The cover was a black and white close-up of a woman, her hair windswept, her name scrawled above her in a font usually reserved for truck stops: Linda Ronstadt. I’d retrieved the album and its torn shell of Columbia Record Club packaging from a stack of unwanted mail on the credenza, and I stood now in the doorway of my older brothers’ room....more
I loved you babe, but I had to kill you.
Nick once said that he kills people in his songs so he doesn’t have to kill them in real life....more
This column collects a bunch of albums (and, in one case, a book by a writer/musician) that I have loved a great deal in the last six months, as well as exactly one album that I think is not worth the hype....more
Earth is a bleak planet and the majority of humanity is selfish, each following the compulsion of their id.
All you need to do is look out the window to be disgusted at the theater of the human race.
Yet, leave it to Nick to create a beautiful, romantic ballad to capture the essence of our world of shit....more
If I had written a list of pros and cons, I might have seen how moving to Austin from Seattle with a boyfriend who had just kicked heroin, and with stripping as my only job prospect, was not a recipe for success....more
Department of Eagles’ Fred Nicolaus is obsessed with John Cheever. “I read John Cheever’s collected short stories when I was twenty, and I’ve been obsessed with them ever since,” he states. So obsessed that his brand new solo project, Golden Suits, takes its name from a Cheever reference, and this brand new video was an experiment inspired by Cheever’s story “The Swimmer.”...more
He knew what he was doing when he looked at me and said, “Sing for me.” Had I been nude in his bed I would not have been as naked as I was then, stripped down to my brand new skin....more
Heartbreak drives a man to drink. Especially when he’s in love and his lady has booted him out of the house.
And he drinks and he drinks, until days later, when the hangover kicks in.
Then he waits, because only time can heal a morning of sickness after a night of woe....more
When the bell chimes a man emerges from the shadows. Or it’s a ghost who wants to haunt your soul. Or it’s a guru to give you enlightenment for your path. Or it’s a god.
There’s really no salvation with this murky character spoken of in “Red Right Hand”, only the journey that Nick takes us on....more
Full of youthful energy, hilarious anecdotes, refreshingly honest insights about life and how the fuck we are supposed to move through it all, he’s got this presence that could convince anyone that our experiences do not, in fact, have the power to break us....more
“I wanted to try to be a real live person, rather than just singing songs about them,” singer-songwriter Thao Nguyen said about the turn her life took after releasing Know Better Learn Faster, her second album with backing band The Get Down Stay Down....more
Have you ever approached an attractive girl and said something clever but it turns out to be totally obvious?
Yeah, me neither....more
There is a sexy beast waiting to rip your clothes off. He’s dealing with a Devil inside because he’s a man with sexual urges.
“Loverman” was released on the 1994 record “Let Love In.”
We’re Devils in the sack and you’ll enjoy it, deal with it, love it....more
Falling in love is a putrid, vile mind space filled with demons. It’s also an angel glowing in white light luring you into her. Let’s explore love, Bad Seeder style.
One quick announcement, Nick Cave Monday ends at #52, so there are eight Nick Cave Mondays left to enjoy....more
On July 20th, 2003, a tour van rolled on I-5 south of Portland, OR, killing three of my friends. They were members of power-pop band The Exploding Hearts, and I’m told their story is one of the biggest “what ifs” in punk rock....more
Read Rumpus columnist Rick Moody‘s interview with songwriter-visionary Mark Mulcahy (formerly of the legendary ’80s–’90s college rock band Miracle Legion) about Mulcahy’s latest album “Dear Mark J. Mulcahy, I Love You” over at Salon.
Here Mulcahy discusses the writing and recording process, the album’s thematic darkness—something he attributes to what he describes as “a bleak view of people”—and (unfortunately) the reasons why we shouldn’t expect a new Miracle Legion record anytime soon....more
The gulf between the place where I sang Mozart and Debussy with people my parents’ age and the place where I went to public school and tried to make friends with kids my own was vast....more
Punk rock had exploded in New York City and the U.K., but kids in the Southern Hemisphere probably had to pay a lot of money to buy imports or have records shipped from the north....more
Sam Amidon was raised on Irish fiddle tunes and early American folk-hymns but has left that history far behind. The 32 year-old, Vermont born-and-bred multi-instrumentalist and vocalist spends more of his time uncovering folk melodies in songs spanning many eras....more
The Rumpus is excited to debut John Mörk’s remix of “Badwater,” the title track off Speck Mountain’s third full-length album, released earlier this year.
Mörk got a hold of “Badwater” and gave the dream-pop song a significant makeover, disco-style. Still, fans of the original track will be glad to find that Marie-Claire Balabanian’s evocative vocals remain the focal point around which Mörk’s dancier version is crafted....more
Anita Lane was one of Nick’s early lovers. When Nick Cave and The Birthday Party left Australia for London, Anita was right by his side. She’s credited for co-writing other songs by The Birthday Party as well as “From Her To Eternity” from The Bad Seeds first record....more
Though Scout (née Emma) Niblett’s new record features a striking cover photo of her deep in a kiss, love songs are not on the menu....more
Dave Allen is a formidable commentator these days on all things Internet...more
Many songs by Nick have a way of throwing you down for a good tickling and then, when everything is happy times, he’ll lyrically smack you upside the head. Pay attention, he’s going deeper than that.
He’ll sing you a lullaby before dropping you to the floor and sticking his boot on your throat....more
I could never imagine that a single spring night in my teenage years would be the best my life would offer me...more