Uncanny quirk of fate

Mrs Watson and I have rows about those little foibles. One of her big irritations is that I simultaneously listen to Radio 4 whilst playing an itunes shuffle on the lap top. Just at the point where she was switching the radio off, the news came in that Paul Hester has died. Then, on itunes, came Crowded House, “Four seasons in one day”. The lyrics are hauntingly prevalent.

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

You can take me where you will
Up the creek and through the mill
Like 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

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  1. More pertinant still, are the lyrics Neil Finn penned about Hester for the track Black & White Boy on Crowded House’s 1993 album Together Alone. Hester had a long history of depression and had quit the band whilst they were on tour in America in 1994 citing the increasing unease he felt at being away from home. He returned to the band one final time, for their 1996 farewell concert on the steps of the Sydney Opera House in front of 100,000 fans.

    These, slightly abridged lyrics, have a haunting resonance now.

    You’re full of the wonder of spring
    It’s all sweetness and lightness you bring
    And a room full of people will fall to your infinite charm
    But when darkness should quickly descend
    You go quietly my miserable friend
    To the depths of despair you will crawl
    Black and white boy

    You’re so extreme, you’re so confused
    Colour me in, whatever mood I’m in
    I could be still in touch with you
    When you shake off the shadows of night
    And your eyes are so clear and so bright
    You make fools of the liars and creeps, put a rose in my cheeks
    But when demons have climbed on your back
    You are vicious and quick to attack
    And you put on a wonderful show
    Do you really, really think I don’t know
    Black and white boy

    And you run like a cat to the cream
    and you’re acting so nice it’s obscene
    You put on a wonderful show
    Do you really, really think I don’t know
    Black and white boy

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