Monday, March 28, 2005

Goodbye, Paul

Paul Hester killed himself. Can any of us imagine a depth of despair so deep it would carry off a man with two young children to raise and a career that seemed quite on track? He must have been in great pain to wrench himself away from a very full life. He hanged himself, in the middle of the day, in a park near his home.

I only knew him as the goofy grin behind the drum kit in the Crowded House videos I watched in the '80's, and yet, because Crowded House left such a mark on me, musically, I'm feeling sad and haunted by his suicide. What a sad thing.

If you don't know the music of Crowded House, you should go pick some up, right now.

FOUR SEASONS IN ONE DAY

Four seasons in one day
Lying in the depths of your imagination
Worlds above and worlds below
The sun shines on the black clouds hanging over the domain

Even when you’re feeling warm
The temperature could drop away
Like four seasons in one day

Smiling as the shit comes down
You can tell a man from what he has to say
Everything gets turned around
And I will risk my neck again, again

You can take me where you will
Up the creek and through the mill
All the things you can’t explain
Four seasons in one day

Blood dries up
Like rain, like rain
Fills my cup
Like four seasons in one day

It doesn’t pay to make predictions
Sleeping on an unmade bed
Finding out wherever there is comfort there is pain
Only one step away
Like four seasons in one day

Blood dries up
Like rain, like rain
Fills my cup
Like four seasons in one day

1 comment:

Sasquatch said...

As I read the lyrics I sang it in my head just for you.