photo by Rebecca Smeyne
If you were at last month’s PLUG Awards, Nick Cave’s presence was pretty awkward. Or rather, if you were at last month’s Nick Cave show, the presence of the PLUG Awards was pretty awkward. Guess Mr. Cave felt the same way:
“To be honest, I wondered what the fuck we were doing there,” Cave, 50, says the next day at his midtown hotel. “I don’t want to be ungrateful, but I’ve never been concerned with independent music being more ‘worthy’ than mainstream music, whatever kind of inverted snobbery that is.” Dressed in his signature slim black suit, Cave explains, between spoonfuls of chicken soup, that he accepted the Impact Award for his career arc at the urging of Anti-Records. In the run-up to the release of the Bad Seeds’ 14th album, Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!, his label figured it couldn’t hurt to remind a select group of American music appreciators that Cave is a veteran of alternative sounds.”
Also, Mr. Cave does not want to talk about religion. He’d prefer to talk about dancing. And eat chicken soup. More from “Hate to Me” in this week’s printy Voice.