Bubble and Squeak
File under: Things that are getting me through the day.

File under: Things that are getting me through the day.

File Under: Things I currently love
  1. Merlin Series finale.
  2. Tupelo - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds.
  3. Columbo episodes guest starring Robert Culp 
  4. Columbo episodes in general.
  5. Planning for a UK vacation that might not happen.
  6. Sidecars.
File under: Perfection

To all those at MTV,

I would like to start by thanking you all for the support you have given me over recent years and I am both grateful and flattered by the nominations that I have received for best male artist. The air play given to both the Kylie Minogue and P. J. Harvey duets from my latest album murder ballads has not gone unnoticed and has been greatly appreciated. So again my sincere thanks.

Having said that, I feel that it’s necessary for me to request that my nomination for best male artist be withdrawn and furthermore any awards or nominations for such awards that may arise in later years be presented to those who feel more comfortable with the competitive nature of these award ceremonies. I myself, do not. I have always been of the opinion that my music is unique and individual and exists beyond the realms inhabited by those who would reduce things to mere measuring. I am in competition with no-one.

My relationship with my muse is a delicate one at the best of times and I feel that it is my duty to protect her from influences that may offend her fragile nature.

She comes to me with the gift of song and in return I treat her with the respect I feel she deserves - in this case this means not subjecting her to the indignities of judgment and competition. My muse is not a horse and I am in no horse race and if indeed she was, still I would not harness her to this tumbrel - this bloody cart of severed heads and glittering prizes. My muse may spook! May bolt! May abandon me completely!

So once again, to the people at MTV, I appreciate the zeal and energy that was put behind my last record, I truly do and say thank you and again I say thank you but no…no thank you.

Yours sincerely, Nick Cave 21 Oct 96.

 

 

To our love send a dozen white lilies To our love send a coffin of wood To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo That people they just ain’t no good To our love send back all the letters To our love a valentine of blood To our love let all the jilted lovers cry

To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain’t no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry

There are few things in life that I hate with a teeth-grinding, knuckle-cracking passion, but man oh man personalized wedding websites is one of them.

I have to stop trying to make Cold War Era spy analogies to describe situations at work

After watching Harmontown slowly cross the nation, I am excited to be hours away from actually experiencing the ridiculously antic spectacle for myself in all its D&D adventuring, rap-filled glory.

After watching Harmontown slowly cross the nation, I am excited to be hours away from actually experiencing the ridiculously antic spectacle for myself in all its D&D adventuring, rap-filled glory.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

File under: A perfect stay-at-home Friday evening

There are currently four people in the office from my department today, so this is how I have spent my time so far.

  • 35% doing actual work
  • 20% eating, drinking, or preparing to eat and/or drink.
  • 13% trying to construct a fancy ponytail 
  • 12% looking at colleagues work calendars trying to figure out if any of the entries pertain directly to me
  • 11% tracking a package that has just shipped and clearly won’t arrive until next week
  • 9% aimless staring