...take two Grant Harts and call me when you die. (for R. Wehrle and J. Hindal)

Don't ask me how this song escaped my radar until now; Seattle's Posies pay a sad, tender homage to my Husker hero.

If you're not too distracted by a guitar break that could easily have come straight from side three of Zen Arcade, the lyrics might make you pine for a time when barrelchested Minnesotans crosshatched the lower 48, blazing a trail of flying v bottlerocket bursts and ridecymbal symphonics about Celebrated Summers and Girls Who Live on Heaven Hill.