Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds
Live @ Saschall - Firenze 30/11/04

I would like to take some time to talk about that cursed man, sacred monster, charming and unconventional Nick Cave. The first time I saw him in concert, in a club in my city, it was 1987, the era of those who could hardly stand and didn't remember the lyrics, the era of The First Born Is Dead and Your Funeral Trial.
Now 18 years have passed, and that skinny, angry young man, with a look that could kill, has come a long way! His sacredness, tearing and poignant, however, remains...

last November 30th, I saw him in Florence... WHAT A BLAST! His voice pierces the soul, his live performances are always amazing; he never fails to honor the old tracks ("Knockin On Joe"/"Mercy Seat") and the energy with which he manages to sweep over the audience is always the same.
Perhaps he draws energy himself from what he gives (?), but the audience that goes to see him knows and loves him as he loves his audience, you can feel it at every concert. Everything that belongs to him as an artist fits him like a smooth and enveloping glove, sewn on, like a prince already destined to become king.
This is the seventh time I've seen him over these 18 long years, and I hope there will be more "live" performances of the same caliber to enjoy.

The conflicts-stuff-alcohol-brawls have passed, from From Here to Eternity to Murder Ballads: in king Cave's imagination a lot of blood has flowed, perhaps from his own wounds, but luckily, all he needs is a piano (his faithful love) and his voice to be both executioner and savior.
Long live king Inkiostro!