"Everybody had a hard year." -- John Lennon
For myself, it now seems like a scab that gets picked at. A wound slow to heal. I remind myself that as messed up as it seems on paper, I have to remain thankful for that which has now been lost. We can only feel this bad now because of how good it felt there for awhile.
I remember very purposefully, in the fall of 1988, in an anonymous little cineplex in Champaign, Ill., enduring "Tequila Sunrise" just so I could hear a new Crowded House song. It's the hundreds of thousands of little acts like that over the years, over the globe, that tell you how good it was. We made an effort to listen because we appreciated the effort Paul, Neil, Nick (and later Mark) were making.
But at that, I find myself still this fall wondering what brought us to this place. There's Neil, on stage at the ARIAS, singing for Paul. If you close your eyes, open your ears and think for a moment, you realize that in a parallel universe it should have been the four of them up there, in some hopefully none too distant year, singing that song as they were being inducted into the Hall of Fame.
And for those who were close to Paul there are the holidays to be confronted. Those signposts in the calendar that make it all to easy to cast back to what everyone was doing last Christmas.
Enough. Continued best wishes to those that Paul left behind. And tonight, by way of consolation and comfort, I'll once again sing our newborn to sleep with "Four Seasons In One Day".