Grant McLennan - singer, songwriter, guitarist and general supporter of the arts - died in his sleep on Saturday night at his home in Brisbane. He was 48 years old.
As co-founder of inspirational Australian indie outfit The Go-Betweens, McLennan was said to be one of the people responsible for taking Australian alternative music to a global audience. Along with university chum Robert Forster, the group had produced a string of albums since 1981, a run that continued right up until last year's Oceans Apart. McLennan also released four solo albums and formed groups such as Jack Frost and The Far Out Corporation.
Apparently, he also once threw Nick Cave out of his house for "acting like a pig". So respect to him for that, too.
Drowned in Sound send our condolences to his family, friends and fans across the world. We're also about to go and listen to 'People Say', because it's beautiful. RIP.
a true loss
amazingly lovely voice, wonderful, wonderful songs, by all accounts a very decent sort. he will be missed very much. and before anyone mentions that song by smudge, don't wanna be grant mclennan, i will. goodnight grant and thanks.xxxx
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This is sad and why did he die?
was he ill? This is why sleep is never a good idea sometimes.
sad sad news
im glad i got to see the Go-Betweens and the Far Out Corporation a few times!!
It's not been announced yet why he died
just that it happened when he wasn't awake.
Thanks to Mary for pointing this out, by the way.
BOOOOO!
Life, you suck.
Part Company
Come and have a look, beside me
A fine line of tears, part company.
That's her handwriting, that's the way she writes
From the first letter I got to this her Bill of Rights, part company.
And what will I miss? Her cruelty, her unfaithfulness
Her fun, her love, her kiss, part company.
That's her handwriting, that's the way she writes
Like mud in the September rain it comes, back to me.
Part, part, I said part
Part company, made he men disappear
Cut my swathe and spread my fear.
Before we'd met, I hadn't wiped my feet
Seen myself naked or, part company.
And I said it before, do I have to say it again
A fine line of tears, part company.
That's her handwriting, that's the way she writes
From her first words to this, our last night.
Part, part, she said part
Part company, made her men disappear
Cut my swathe and spread my fear.
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Sad sad news, he wrote some beautiful songs.