#nick cave

There was a man in Tokyo, a man from Melbourne, strong as a hundred-year-old oak. We spend hours once, walking, talking, staying in silence. It was soft and strangely nice.  We wrote to each other for years. I loved his photographs — black-and-white Polaroids, as though they had surfaced from another time, another life. We were supposed to meet again in Hong Kong. I never went to the rendezvous. Where has life taken him? In what distant country does he live now? Could he still be waiting for me somewhere in Hong Kong? In the Room 33, or perhaps 2046 — the one with the red light trembling across green walls that was made just for us. His memory remains. Something powerful, like all the things that might have been

Everyone please follow and give a warm welcome to our Nick Cave.

I want to like him more than I do but I just think he's very very pretentious... I think he was at his best around From Her To Eternity. After that and when the Birthday Party and the Bad Seeds became "Nick Caves band" to people he got a little too far up in himself. One of the reasons I went more towards Rowland S Howard But I love a lot of his music and he is one hell of a performer and artist

ah, nevermind ……. nevermind…………..