“There was bit of discomfort when I showed it to everyone, saying, ‘All right, firstly the cover’s got my wife on it and secondly she doesn’t have any clothes on’. But that was largely my own feeling. I mean she’s so present within the record anyway. I think she’s walking in and out of that record all the time.” ~ Nick Cave [x]
The cover was shot in his bedroom, a few streets away from where we are sitting. It features his wife, model Susie Bick, naked, something Cave is at pains to point out wasn’t his idea. He walked in on his wife’s photoshoot for a French magazine, the photographer happened to press the shutter button and that was that: “I was more reluctant to use it than she was, to be honest.”
Great Nick Cave interview in the Guardian yesterday.
The only thing I dislike about travelling and living in new places is that when I’m gone there are more things to miss! There are things I miss about Bristol, there are gonna be things to miss about Belfast too, I think most of the ache comes from being stunted as money is holding me back from doing everything I wanted to do. I managed on Friday to get myself a job, I’m proud of myself which doesn’t happen often, only me and one other person out of 40 got the job. It is commission but you get what you give, if I don’t do well- well at least the experience is on my CV.
I have been thinking a lot about how I try to take control of things in life that I can’t or simply aren’t worth the stress, trying to manipulate things to match my desires which aren’t even worth the strain and bring me no happiness. I will be much happier letting go and being totally present for life and it’s surprises. Nothing is quite what I anticipate and that is something to embrace and enjoy.
I really like your work.
Thank you :) I haven’t had someone message me about my work before, I love your aesthetic.
One of the few things I miss about when I was living in Bristol would be the nights I’d stay up till 1am, having to get up at 6am for more than 12 hours of work, because I was playing keyboard to my ipod plugged into the speakers, and I’d sing with myself for hours and feel so fulfilled. Even if it meant feeling like shit the next day, it was worth the joy, I’d even say it was my only joy living there, apart from walks by the Clifton Suspension Bridge. I remember the shitty dim lights, that really I suppose had a charm, the lack of heating certainly didn’t. Nowhere else have I managed to do that, probably because I don’t own my own keyboard or have that sort of privacy, space, or at least the courage to sing / play in public.