Nick Cave - Into My Arms: youtube.com/watch?v=MS4gRmvvDsU
I'm surprised that I don't know more Nick Cave. I mean, he sings the saddest songs in the saddest way, he duets with PJ Harvey and plays with The Dirty Three, he's theatric and he knows how to let the devil roar through him. He's written novels and done lectures on the duende and sings about God and religion and women. And he cleans up real nice, too.
I think if anything about Nick Cave it's simply that he doesn't have much of a humour. Or, rather, it just doesn't come out in his work so well or strongly. Maybe? I can't figure it out exactly. It could be his delivery. Not his voice but his delivery...it's like he's drunk and doesn't really care, but not in a good Tom Waits way but in a bad oh shit my uncle is drunk and trying to play songs on the piano again at Christmas kind of way. Maybe? I'm not sure. Maybe I just haven't had the proper introduction, the right album. I feel somewhat the same way about Patti Smith...
I want to like Nick Cave. I really do.
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