Because I don’t want to alienate our international audience, I will briefly explain who Kerry O’Brien is. He is an Australian television journalistic institution. Part Walter Cronkite, part Edward R. Murrow. If an Australian says “Ol’ Blue Eyes”, they are more likely referring to Kerry O’Brien than Frank Sinatra.
Kerry has hosted a politics and current affairs program called The 7:30 Report for as long as I can remember. Yesterday he announced his retirement.
As far as Thomasthethinkengine is concerned, an announcement of that magnitude can only mean one thing. We need another YouTube montage. Once again, I have done the heavy lifting, I just need someone to help with the finishing touches.
Today’s song is also from the U2 catalogue, “Who’s gonna ride your wild horses?”. 5:17 of pure gold.
“You’re dangerous ’cause you’re honest. You’re dangerous, you don’t know what you want”
Fade in with footage of a young Kerry, in the mid-nineties, his Half Windsor Knot phase. He is looking particularly earnest during an interview with former Prime Minister Paul Keating.
“Hey hey sha la la… Hey hey. You’re an accident waiting to happen. You’re a piece of glass left in a beach. Well, you tell me things I know you’re not supposed to. Then you leave me just out of reach”
A short montage of images with Kerry in his ‘asking the tough questions’ posture. A slight lean forward, chin out, a pen in his fingers, an intense stare.
“Well you stole it ’cause I needed the cash. And you killed it ’cause I wanted revenge. Well you lied to me ’cause I asked you to. Baby, can we still be friends?”
Kerry swoops into the naughties. He has a Full Windsor Knot. He is unrelenting in an interview with John Howard. Howard is visibly perturbed.
Hey hey sha la la. Hey hey sha la la. Who’s gonna ride your wild horses? Who’s gonna drown in your blue sea? Who’s gonna ride your wild horses? Who’s gonna fall at the foot of thee?
Kerry continues to clash with the titans. This sequence of footage switches between a single unflinching image of Kerry, but with alternating interviewees: Kerry – Howard – Kerry – Ruddock – Kerry – Rudd – Kerry – Gillard – Kerry – Abbott – Kerry – Turnbull – Kerry – Obama.
“Oh, the deeper I spin. Oh, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin.. The doors you open. I just can’t close”
Kerry in casual mode, interviewing Cate Blanchett, Micheal Palin, Bono? Kerry is open collared. He chortles.
“Don’t turn around, don’t turn around again. Don’t turn around, your gypsy heart. Don’t turn around, don’t turn around again. Don’t turn around, and don’t look back. Come on now love, don’t you look back!”
A short montage of Kerry in his ‘gazing at the middle distance’ posture. Back straight, chin high, a hand on the hip, an intense stare.
Who’s gonna ride your wild horses? Who’s gonna drown in your blue sea? Who’s gonna taste your salt water kisses? Who’s gonna take the place of me?
Pan across a still photograph of Kerry, at a slightly jaunty angle, then zoom in on his eyes.
Who’s gonna ride your wild horses? Who’s gonna tame the heart of thee?
As the lights dim, we see the silhouette of Kerry shuffle his notes back into a neat A4 stack.