The band is a living, breathing thing. It grows in the same way we do as human beings and if it doesn't, it dies. It's important to feed the organism, and one way of doing that is to set musical challenges that keep it alive.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the importance of nurturing a musical group to ensure its growth and vitality.
Nick Cave describes a band as a dynamic entity that requires care and stimulation to thrive, much like a living organism. He suggests that regular challenges and creative endeavors are essential to keep the band's spirit alive, highlighting the necessity of growth and adaptation in the artistic process.
In practice
A motivational speech at a music workshop.
The idea of songwriting is a transformative thing, and what I do with songwriting is take situations that are quite ordinary and transform them in some way. Apart from things like the murder ballads, the songs I write, at their core, are quite ordinary human concerns, but the process of writing about them transforms them into something else.
The writer who refuses to explore the darker regions of the heart will never be able to write convincingly about the wonder, the magic and the joy of love for just as goodness cannot be trusted unless it has breathed the same air as evil.
But if you're gonna dine with them cannibals Sooner or later, darling, you're gonna get eaten . . .
Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writer’s block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe I’m projecting here.
Who knows their own story? It certainly makes no sense when you’re in the middle of it
And I wish that I was made of stone So that I would not have to see A beauty impossible to define A beauty impossible to believe A beauty impossible to endure The blood imparted in little sips The smell of you still on my hands As I bring the cup up to my lips No God up in the sky No devil beneath the sea Could do the job that you did, baby Of bringing me to my knees
It's a luxury to be able to tell a long form story. I love novels, and I love to have a long relationship with characters.
Although I am losing my Soviet citizenship, I do not cease to be a Russian poet.
Rest assured, as long as I am alive any book purporting to be with my cooperation is a falsehood.
I don't know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn't make sense.
Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!
Get yourself in that intense state of being next to madness. Keep yourself in, not necessarily a frenzied state, but in a state of great intensity. The kind of state you would be in before going to bed with your partner. That heightened state when you're in a carnal embrace: time stops and nothing else matters. You should always write with an erection. Even if you're a woman.
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