Seriously, I fucking love you man. And no, I’m not writing this in some deranged, sleep deprived state like the last post. If anything, I’m a thousand times the man I was when I banged that one out.
Sure, I’m operating on four hours sleep as I write this and I dragged myself through a gym session that would kill a man half my age, but you have to understand, when Nick Cave releases a new album, my world is complete.
In fact, if you go back through all the posts on this crazy junkyard site, you’ll find this post I wrote about Nick Cave, it was the second post I ever wrote on the site, it has a grand total of 13 views.
I have a lot of respect for Nick Cave because he is a poet, a musician, a storyteller and published author, a screenwriter, an actor, and above all that, a man who I strongly suspect is out of his fucking mind.
I mean fuck! The guy writes an entire album about MURDER (Murder Ballads) that is literally dripping in blood, tragedy and macabre humour and then a year later releases an album of quiet, toned-down, mostly piano-based songs (The Boatman’s Call) that are some of the most strikingly beautiful pieces of music I’ve ever heard.
I fucking love Nick Cave. I love his anger and his vitriol, his hatred and his spite. I love his benevolence and his grace, his wisdom, his humour, his compassion and his understanding.
I love that he can be all of these things, that he can contain such powerful opposing forces within himself without them literally tearing him apart from the inside though God knows they came close.
His new album Push The Sky Away lands on Sunday. Here’s the video for the first single, “Jubilee Streetâ€.
Be careful though. There are boobs in this video.
Beautiful.
I love you Nick Cave, you beautiful basterd.
-ST
Check out one of his side projects named Grinderman if you have not already done so. I saw Grinderman at the Big Day Out festival up close thanks to VIP tickets. This happened not long after I arrived in the upside down country so my Nick Cave knowledge was limited to “he dated PJ Harvey” and I wasn’t really a fan… Until about 3 minutes into their first song when I realised why he is so revered. And that he has a fucking huge forehead.
Grinderman all the way! Yeah, I lapped up both albums – from what I can tell, it’s basically Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds with everyone switching instruments and getting stuck into the filthiest mutant blues this side of a Tom Waits album.
See if you can get your hands on “And The Ass Saw The Angel”, Cave’s second novel. It is THE Gothic Western Bible of literature. Heavy going but insanely well-written.
Loved the forehead comment. I have a pretty big one too, maybe that’s why I relate to him 😉
-ST