Winter is here and that means it is time for Nick Cave. The man who pushes the sky itself away. This is the record where his voice had lowered, that youthful primal energy is not quite there yet – some ageing has set in, understandably given he was 55 then (and 61 now). It took a while to get used to, you were waiting for the thirty year old or forty year old Cave of yesteryear – but then you start feeling the hidden strength, the wisdom and experience in this new old voice. And the message is simple – „You’ve gotta just keep on pushing.“

Pushing became harder to do a few years later, when Cave‘s fifteen year old son Arthur fell to his death from a cliff. That‘s actually why I was thinking about Cave today, because of this beautiful letter he wrote to a fan who asked about his death. Do read.

CaveLetter

Text: Ásgeir H Ingólfsson (and the letter, Nick Cave of course)

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