NC!NC!NC! Day -26 (a PSA)

@GMT 05h (February 22nd), @EST midnight, @PST 21h

I’ll be watching @midnight.  see you there!

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Live Sream from Fonda Theater

From Josh Hall at Rockfeedback:

The event marks a rare live stream event from the artist, and will take place at 9PM PST on 21 February (equivalent to 5AM GMT on 22 February). Viewers can watch by subscribing to the RFB YouTube channel, and can tweet along using the hashtag #nickcavelive


9 PM PST, 12 MID EST, 5 AM GMT (FEB 22, 2013)


Nick Cave anthology: ‘Read Write [Hand]’ (e-book)

Nick Cave anthology: ‘Read Write [Hand]’ (e-book).

now that I got an e-reader (audience: “Finally!”), I’ll pick up this beauty.  I like the idea of online playlists to accompany the text and illustrations.   books as multimedia.

The Grinderman grinds again

via the lovely and talented Brown Amazon

Nick Cave’s dirty detour : The New Yorker.

In the eighties, it looked as though Cave might become a darker, underground version of Elvis, but that time has passed, partly because his interests have changed. Now his profile is pleasantly complicated; in the past thirty years he has channelled a dozen different versions of the male psyche. To the rock audience, he is a highbrow front man who also writes novels and soundtracks, and pals about with artistes who wouldn’t be caught dead at a rock show where the audience is forced to stand.

Read more

grind, grinder, grind!!

Grinderman 2 is here.  on the first few listens, it comes across a bit milder than Grinderman – not as dissonant and electrified.  more melodic and a bit tender.   the influence of NC & The Bad Seeds is noticeable, same as Grinderman had a marked influence on Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!

funny song.   yes, it is about what you thought it was about

Worm Tamer

this one is kinda sweet – even with the “eeevil!” chorus – which I could do without


it's going to leave bloody tracks all over the new carpet

“Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, bats have it made.”

ah, the things Nick make me do

Bukowski was a jerk! Berryman was best!
He wrote like wet papier mache,
went the Hemingway
weirdly on wings and with maximum pain
We call upon the author to explain

as Nick is prone to, he namechecks poets in several songs. in We Call Upon the Author, who is this Berryman? understand he’d been a suicide went the Hemingway, but what about weirdly on wings and with maximum pain ?

it didn’t take long to find out:  poet John Berryman decided to discard his mortal coil by jumping on the Mississippi river from Minneapolis’ Washington avenue bridge one freezing January morning.  he missed the river, hitting first the concrete pier and ending in the mud where he suffocated. I get the maximum pain. I do.

three more songs that reference Berryman:   Stuck Between Stations, Mama Won’t You Keep Them Castles in the Air Burning?, and most striking, John Allyn Smith Sails by Okkervil River, a biography of Berryman that by its end is intertwinned with Sloop John B.

The devil and John Berryman Took a walk together.
They ended up on Washington Talking to the river.
He said I’ve surrounded myself with doctors And deep thinkers.
But big heads with soft bodies Make for lousy lovers.
There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly.
But he didn’t So he died.
She said You’re pretty good with words But words won’t save your life.

And they didn’t. So he died.
He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
He loved the Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
He likes the warm feeling but he’s tired of all the dehydration
Most nights were kind of fuzzy But that last night he had total retention.

But I came softly, slowly
Banging me metal drum
Like Berryman
Bed-wet poet fears
That better man drink taller beers

By the second verse, dear friends My head will burst, my life will end
So, I’d like to start this one off by saying “Live and love”
I was young and at home in bed And I was hanging on the words some poem said
In thirty-one I was impressionable I was upsettable
I tried to make my breathing stop, my heart beat slow
So, when my mom and John came in, I would be cold
From a bridge on Washington Avenue, the year of 1972
Broke my bones and skull and it was memorable
It was half a second and I was halfway down
Do you think I wanted to turn back around and teach a class
Where you kiss the ass that I’ve exposed to you
And at the funeral, the University cried at three poems they’d present in place of a broken me
I was breaking in a case of suds
At the brass rail, a fall-down drunk with his tongue torn out and his balls removed
And I knew that my last lines were gone while stupidly I lingered on,
other wise men know when it’s time to go
And so I should, too
And so I fly into the brightest winter sun
Of this frozen town, I’m stripped down to move on
Dear friends, I’m gone
Well, I hear my father fall
And I hear my mother call
And I hear the others all whisper, “Come home”
I’m sorry to go
I loved you all so
But this is the worst trip I’ve ever been on
So, hoist up the John B. sail (Hoist up the John B. sail)
See how the main sail sets (See how the main sail sets)
I’ve folded my heart in my head and I wanna go home
With a book in my hand
In the way I had planned
Well, this is the worst trip I’ve ever been on

I’m starting to read Berryman‘s Dream Songs.

here is Berryman reading from them

the title of this post is from Berryman’s Dream Song 63

Bats have no bankers and they do not drink
and cannot be arrested and pay no tax
and, in general, bats have it made.
Henry for joining the human race is bats,
known to be so, by few them who think,
out of the cave.

Instead of the cave! ah lovely-chilly, dark,
ur-moist his cousins hang in hundreds or swerve
with personal radar,
crisisless, kid. Instead of the cave? I serve,
inside, my blind term. Filthy four-foot lights
reflect on the whites of our eyes.

He then salutes for sixty years of it
just now a one of valor and insights,
a theatrical man,
O scholar & Legionnaire who as quickly might
have killed as cast you. Stormed with years
he tranquil commands and appears.


update 20100820 – bought, paid, signed, sealed (not yet) delivered.  Nashville road trip on November 19

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tickets go on sale tomorrow for most US dates.   see you in Nashville!