dod letter

Nick Cave confirma que grabará un nuevo disco junto a The Bad Seeds en 2023


Nick Cave y Warren Ellis

El señor Nick Cave ha utilizado su newsletter Red Hand Files para comunicar que su plan para 2023 es grabar un nuevo disco con su banda The Bad Seeds. "Mi plan para este año es grabar un nuevo disco con los Bad Seeds. Son buenas y malas noticias. Buenas noticias porque ¿quién no quiere un nuevo disco de los Bad Seeds? Malas noticias porque tengo que escribirlo", indica en el músico australiano en su último comunicado.

Tal y como podréis leer un par de líneas más abajo, Cave comenzó con su proceso creativo el pasado 1 de enero, pero lo que ha escrito hasta el momento no parece convencerle demasiado... aunque no lo tiene del todo claro. Antes de dejaros con el texto completo del veterano músico, os recordamos que Ghosteen, el último disco de Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, se publicó en 2019, aunque en 2022 también publicó la banda sonora de Blonde y la banda sonora de la serie Monstruo: La historia de Jeffrey Dahmer,

I started the process at 9am on January 1st. It is now January 6th – nearly a week has passed and I’ve written a few things but they aren’t very good, or maybe they are, it’s difficult to tell. A kind of doldrums has set in, perennial and predictable. It’s the same with every record, I feel that familiar feeling of lack, like I’m a big, dumb blank thing in a suit. I’m grumpy as fuck and Susie has decamped for a week. Anything that resembles a creative impulse is burrowed way down in some mossy, froggy hole, asleep, I hope, not dead. I have to call it forth, provoke it from its slumber. It becomes a nasty, punishing, baggy-eyed business. I’m starting to get an infuriating sing-song voice in my head that actually rhymes, like a madness. Like sadness.

The first lines I wrote on January 1st were –

Ushering in the year he knelt down
And crushed his brother’s head with a bone

That felt like an okay way to start a record but it also felt kind of terminal and didn’t really go anywhere. Then a few days later I added to it –

Ushering in the new year he knelt down
And crushed his brother’s head with a bone
It’s my great privilege to walk you home
In the rain. Hop inside my coat.

That felt a bit better, like something I guess, but not much. Then the next day, because I had a rain theme going, I wrote –

The frogs in the gutter are jumping for God
Amazed of love, amazed of pain
Amazed to land back in the gutter again

And that felt like it summed things up. Writing lyrics is the pits. It’s like jumping for frogs, Fred. It’s the shits. It’s the bogs. It actually hurts. It comes in spurts, but few and far between. There is something obscene about the whole affair. Like crimes that rhyme. I hope this doesn’t last long. I’m actually scared. But it always does. Last long. To write a song. You hope to God there is something left. You are bereft. I’m going to stop this letter. It isn’t making things better. It’s like flogging a dead horse. Worse. It’s a hearse. A hearse of dead verse. Dead, Fred. Dead.

Love, Nick

Happy New Year everybody!

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