Did you ever want to read Nick Cave’s text messages?
Of course, you did. You think about his text messages all the time. Don’t feel bad—everyone is obsessed with what Nick Cave is up to on his phone. I for one would like to know what hashtags he follows (#gothmilfsofinstagram) and how often he’s DMing with Kylie Minogue. So don’t feel weird about your bizarre, intrusive, compulsive, shameful thoughts about Nick Cave and what he does to send his legs numb on the toilet, because we’re all afflicted. And this week, we’re all over the moon a post on his blog, The Red Right Hand Files, where he publishes a 2018 text exchange between himself and Primal Scream frontman Bobby Gillespie.
If you’ve not been to Nick’s blog, it’s a ‘Dear Abby’ set up where he answers fan questions: ‘What is your feeling about Christmas?‘ and ‘Can you please pay for the Transcendental Meditation course for me?‘ and ‘Don’t you get sick and tired of people asking dumb-ass questions?‘ What’s really clever, though, is he often pairs two questions and manages to give one answer, like he did when he was asked a question about Glaswegian glam-rockers The Sensational Alex Harvey Band and another question regarding whether people with differing political beliefs can have a successful relationship. Cave says they can, and sites his decades-long friendship with Glaswegian Bobby Gilespie, a man he routinely disagrees with. ‘There is much we don’t agree on politically,’ says Cave, ‘however it has done nothing to affect our relationship, other than to energise it, I think. And not everything is politics. At the end of the day, there is always The Sensational Alex Harvey Band! Here is a text exchange between Bobby and me from June 2018:
N: I’ve been stranded in Porto airport for hours. Nothing is happening. I want to shoot myself.
B: This will cheer you up:
N: Fuck! I’ve never seen that! My first band was basically an Alex Harvey cover band. We did Framed, Isobel Goudie, Faith Healer, Gang Bang, Next, Midnight Moses, everything. I wore jeans and a tight cropped t-shirt and our guitarist wore clown make-up like Zal.
B: I love that u guys loved Alex Harvey. He did an interview before punk where he said that rock music had become stale and needed high-energy (my words) bands to rise up and blow away the old guard.
N: He was the greatest.
B: He was so loved in Glasgow. His ‘Delilah’ was murderous.
N: Our first gig was a Battle of the Bands thing in a country town and we played ‘Framed’ and came second. It’s been downhill ever since.
B: Do you have a recording?
N: No. His version of ‘Next’ was the greatest, by a million miles.
B: It’s fantastic. I borrowed that album as a teen and that track blew my mind. “The first taste of Gonorrhea”. Amazing.
N: Such fucking venom. As a kid in Australia, I could never understand why Alex Harvey sang in such a bizarre way – the way he pronounced his words – I never knew about Scottishness. Then I met you and it all made sense!
B: Ha! Glaswegian.
B: It’s an exclusive dialect.
N: You’re fucking telling me!
B: He couldn’t have come from Edinburgh.
N: It’s impenetrable.
B: Unintelligible. Probably just as well! I’ll teach you.
N: Took me literally years to work out what you were saying!
B: Thank God. I may have been a wee bit smashed.
N: You’re officially forgiven.
B: Thank u Father. Check this out. Pure evil:
N: I am inspired!
B: Thought you might be.
N: Getting on the plane.
B: So dark. Safe flight.
N: Very dark.
N: Coming to the rescue!