Nick Cave’s Lessons in Grief
The singer’s new book awakened me to a paradoxical fact: tragedy can sometimes remind us of what makes life worth living.
The singer’s new book awakened me to a paradoxical fact: tragedy can sometimes remind us of what makes life worth living.
In the months leading up to the news, I was in a bad place. Nothing in life felt right, and every day was a fight against hopelessness—to the point that even when good things happened, I would remain afraid or numb.
The idea of segregating musical styles by race sits in opposition to what we know about the way music is made—which is often through cultural cross-pollination.
Now that they are channeling the self-censoring spirit of our times, the soul is being sucked out of the business, and the art, that I love. This essay is my attempt to explain how we got here.