With Nick Cave.
Gonna cross-post this one.
(What is it with this month? First Robert Smith, then I get to hug this dude. Next up…? Leonard Cohen? Obama? God herself?)
This is me, with Nick Cave, last Saturday night at the Beacon Theater in New York. Photo by Brendon.
I’ve met Nick before, and seen him play many many times (I’ve been a huge card-carrying fan since I was 14).
But I haven’t talked to him directly for years. Since I last met him, he has lost two of his children.
On my 2019 solo tour (and I know many of you were there), I talked on stage about what was like to see him performing in the wake of his loss, what it was like to see him sing after losing a child.
How the audience held him. How he held the audience.
How we are able to hold one another. What music does.
Nick Cave is one of my biggest heroes. Not just because he’s a magnificent lyricist and musician and looks great in a suit, but because he’s the kind of artist I have always aspired to be: one who is not afraid to take people into the depths of darkness and then lead those same people out the other side – into the light – using the golden thread of song.
He is the master.
I love you, Nick Cave. Thank you for everything you have given this world.
Please share Nick love, everybody.
Favorite moments, favorite stories, favorite songs….
When people don’t know his work, I usually send them to Let Love In.
His letter/advice column “The Red Hand Files” is also extraordinary.
Man. Such a hero and mentor to me in so many ways.
Ok, off to dolls rehearsal.
Also: watch inboxes – I’m about to announce a HUGE three-part event at the Rubin Museum in NYC in November.
I’m on fire.