I was lucky enough to go see Conversations with Nick Cave at The Melbourne Town Hall, last night with some cherished friends. Fuck me, it was epic.
As we sat there, waiting for the man to come on stage, the lights dimmed and his melodic voice spoke "Steve McQueen " that featured in "One more time with feeling".
I cried, silent tears running down my cheeks as Julia touched my knee, in acknowledgement of the powerful spell of words that touch your soul.
I know we weren't the only ones that felt it......in the blood, guts and motherfucking bones.
Ya' all know I'm a huge fan of his music, have been for decades. Now they say you should never meet your hero's, because they are likely to disappoint. Fair point. No one is perfect. Expectations fall short....
Last night was so far from that, Humble, Realistic and Honest.
Truthful, insightful and straight out legendary.
The prophet. The mystical motherfucker Nick Cave
I was acutely aware that at the Melbourne Town hall last night, there was a mass healing taking place on so many levels. It was everywhere, in the questions asked and the responses given.People stated it. Humble as ever, it was returned.
It was like a flow of reciprocated awesomeness and connection. No bullshit.
When he played his piano and sung , it continued.
Clarity and confirmation on a existential level.
It wasn't supposed to be a spiritual experience, but tell that to the people there.
Or Maybe it's just me? Every-time I see Nick Cave and the BadSeeds, it's a spiritual experience for me personally. I come away healed through the words and music.
Forever a fan of the spell, o deeply woven.
"Because someone’s gotta sing the stars
And someone’s gotta sing the rain
And someone’s gotta sing the blood
And someone’s gotta sing the pain"
Steve McQueen ~ Nick Cave
Dreaming. We all do it, apparently! Some dreams stick with you though. I can’t shake this dream I had recently. In a good way.
They say it’s our own voice speaking to us, when we are at our most receptive. Where the conscious and unconscious voices meet. In the in-between.
Some have prophetic dreams; others work shit out in the dream world or a mixture of both.
Sometimes you just don’t get a dream, no matter how hard you try.
Searching the internet and dream books for answers, even then it can elude you.
Other times the answers are so clear, like the universe just smacked you upside the head.
Leaves you smiling and an inner knowing like ....Yeah, I got this shit!
There are amazing people out there that interpret dreams and can offer such a great insight when navigating the sometimes murky waters of our dreaming.
I think when it comes to dreams and we try to decipher them, we forget to trust ourselves and inner knowing.
Trust yourself and the feeling. Writing it down can help to revisit later.
I wanted to share my dream.
I was on the phone to Nick Caves dad(Whom I know died when Nick was quite young around 19).
I was taking him lamb; that my husband had boned out for him. For the life of me I had to get this food to him. Like a mission.
My husband was with me and we travelled to a farm to give him the food.
I remember them (Hubby and Nick’s Dad) walking out the back and I stayed in the house.
There were cat's and kitten's on the lounge floor, so of course I’m on the floor playing with them.
Next thing I can feel water being sprinkled over the back of my neck, I knew it was Nick Cave and I was totally overwhelmed /shy and wouldn’t turn around to look at him.
(I love Nick Cave …always have. It’s not an Oh my god, I want to date him thing. It’s an OMFG this person is so amazing lyrically, he sings to our/my soul. Total fucking respect)
NOTE : I never dream about famous people…ever
Anyway, so I’m ignoring Nick Fucking Cave… here comes the water again, on my neck and back, sprinkles ahh how lovely it felt.
I realise I have to stand up and turn around and face him. He helps me up. Hey, I’m still overwhelmed and haven’t really looked into his face.
Next minute we are in the bathroom and he is standing behind me, I can see him clearly in the mirror. He spoke some things and then we hugged like long lost mates.
I woke up.
You could interpret this dream on so many levels, but I know what it means for me.
Ahhh feels to good to write about it !
Now I’m off now to listen to the “Prince of Darkness” as he is often referred as.
In my brain Nick Cave is so filled with light and raw honesty that it is fucking blinding.
But shhh don’t tell anyone, The world needs light masquerading as the dark.