RIP Paul Hester
This morning I learned the devastating news that Paul Hester, drummer for Crowded House and Split Enz, took his own life over the Easter weekend. Paul was probably at the top of my "Who influenced your music the most?" list (along with Neil Finn and Crowded House in general). I never got to meet him in person, but saw him play a number of times and always regarded him as the drummer I wished I could be.
"Don't Dream It's Over" was the song that made me want to be in a 3-piece band, and strip back from the big rock 5-6 piece bands I had been playing in up until that point (and I joined "Pale" not long after that). It was also the start of a long period of my life where Crowded House and Paul's playing would influence my life and music in many ways.
I can't believe he's gone. For me, it's the Kurt Cobain of the 2000's. It's funny that you feel so incredibily sad for people that you actually never really knew, but with musicians and performers, you always feel like you do because they're out there on the stage giving up a piece of themselves to you. When I used to watch him play, I would imagine myself up there in his place - laying down simple but clever beats for Neil and Nick. But his wit from behind the drumkit is something I never thought of trying to replicate - he was in a space all his own there, mixing his natural percussive talent with a humour that made a live Crowded House show something personal for everyone.I loved that in amongst the genius of Neil Finn, he had the courage to write his own material and that the guys even recorded and released them. "Italian Plastic" from the Woodface album was a piece of art that was quite different from your usual CH track (but so was the whole Woodface album really), and showed a glimpse of the talent of man behind the skins.
So Paul, I honestly don't know where you are right now, but I hope to finally meet you one day mate.

Part of the MXDU Mobile Flash Lite we built recently was a stress relief game called "Whack Attack". If you remember the good ol' days of video game and entertainment arcades back in the eighties (remember TOPS in the Myer Centre in Brisbane ... anyone ... Bueller?), you'll remember the "whack-a-mole" games where you beat the crap out of little furry puppets with your nerf bat when they popped out from holes ... ahh those were the days!





