GRIND OR BE GRINDED

Nick Cave speak, you listen

Should you happen to make Nick Cave’s acquaintance, you’d be in for a few surprises. I mean, you’d be expecting maybe the surly badass, fulla cynical snark, ready for wreckage, watch your mouth or he’ll close it for yer. But then you might get a load of the songwriter-actor-screenwriter-novelist’s cheery good cheek. Seems Cave’s full of hopes and dreams and fears and leers, just like the rest of us clowns –– though Cave’s got enough creative drive to power a hydroelectric plant, which is why he’s on the stage and perhaps you aren’t.

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