From his home on the Kāpiti Coast, Graeme Downes sounds much as he ever did: astute, casually intellectual, peppering his digressive conversation with droll social and political observations, and noting his current reading has been Shakespearean scholar George Wilson Knight’s 1948 essay Christ and Nietzsche.
“I’m also fond of Shostakovich’s letters to [critic] Isaac Glickman. They’re very polite in the first half of the book because it’s the Soviet Union era and you don’t trust anybody. Then they get more and more frank,” he laughs.
This is familiar Downes and it’s as if nothing has changed. But just about everything has.
“Yeah, the body’s a bit fucked around but the brain’s still pretty good,” he says, with masterful understatement.
As Dr Graeme Downes, a respected teacher and musicologist at the University of Otago, he ran a parallel life steering the much-admired rock band The Verlaines, named for the 19th-century French Symbolist poet.
He retired from public life almost four years ago after a diagnosis of oesophageal cancer. He and Jo – his wife of 42 years who managed The Verlaines’ career – moved to Ōtaki to be close to their two daughters and grandchildren, who live in Wellington.
“It’s been three years since the operation,” he says flatly, “although [the cancer] could always come back. I’m very much a reduced human being but I’ve had three years and am very grateful for
