Nick Cave is perhaps best known as the frontman for the seminal postpunk groups Birthday Party and Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Cave was in Germany to promote "20,000 days on earth," a film about his life. At 56, Cave can claim at least half a dozen vocations: songwriter, performer, screenwriter.
Nick Cave is perhaps best known as the frontman for the seminal postpunk groups Birthday Party and Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Cave was in Germany to promote "20,000 days on earth," a film about his life. At 56, Cave can claim at least half a dozen vocations: songwriter, performer, screenwriter.
Nick Cave is perhaps best known as the frontman for the seminal postpunk groups Birthday Party and Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Cave was in Germany to promote "20,000 days on earth," a film about his life. At 56, Cave can claim at least half a dozen vocations: songwriter, performer, screenwriter.
Nick Cave is perhaps best known as the frontman for the seminal postpunk groups Birthday Party and Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Cave was in Germany to promote "20,000 days on earth," a film about his life. At 56, Cave can claim at least half a dozen vocations: songwriter, performer, screenwriter.
Nick Cave CreditRichard Learoyd for The New York Times Continue reading the main storyShare This Page EMAIL FACEBOOK TWITTER SAVE MORE I went to Graceland once, Nick Cave said. The rest of the band went in, but I stayed out on the curb, smoking cigarettes and feeling sorry for myself. Those last Elvis performances the ones for television, when he was already sick I must have watched those clips a hundred times. Theyre like crucifixions. He paused for a moment. I couldnt bring myself to go inside. It was a bright afternoon in early February, and Cave was in a boutique in Berlins trendy Friedrichshain district, buying souvenirs for his sons. Do you have these in kids sizes? he asked, holding up a belt with the word kleptomaniac engraved across its buckle. The saleswoman was making a serious effort not to seem star-struck, but Caves attention was elsewhere. These might work, he said in his travel-worn Australian accent, as he squinted fiercely at a pair of fuzzy white abominable snowmen. My kids are at that lovely age where theyre just figuring out whats good in music, he said. Theyre just grabbing stuff, on Spotify and all that, and occasionally theyll find something thats really mind-blowing. But sometimes I hear what theyre playing, and I just want to cut my wrists. Continue reading the main story Asfarasworkgoes,Imsomethingofa megalomaniac.Butamegalomaniacwith extremelylowselfesteem. Cave, perhaps best known as the frontman for the seminal postpunk groups Birthday Party and Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, was in Germany to promote 20,000 Days on Earth, a film about his life, which was showing at the Berlin film festival. At 56, Cave can claim at least half a dozen vocations: songwriter and performer with the Bad Seeds and their garage-rock offshoot, Grinderman; screenwriter of the acclaimed (and extremely gory) movies Proposition and Lawless; novelist; film-score composer; lecturer; script doctor; and on certain (perhaps thankfully) rare occasions, even actor. His books are best sellers; his film scores have won prizes; musicians as far-flung as the Red Hot Chili Peppers and St. Vincent cite him as an influence; and the Bad Seeds most recent album, Push the Sky Away, has proved to be one of the most commercially successful of the bands career, reaching No. 1 on the UK Independent album chart. As far as work goes, Im something of a megalomaniac, Cave told me later that day. But a megalomaniac with extremely low self-esteem. We were sitting in the restaurant of his hotel in Berlin Mitte, trying to have a conversation in the face of frequent interruptions from festival staff, acquaintances and a seemingly never-ending stream of admirers. Tall, gaunt and slightly ungainly, in his snakeskin shoes, chunky rings and rakishly well-tailored suits, Cave resembles nothing so much as a postmillennial hybrid of bookie and peer of the realm. His long, backswept hair, dyed black since the age of 16, frames a face that has been described both as angelic and hideous to the eye, the latter by Cave himself, in song. Its the kind of look only a rock star could get away with, especially at his age, but on Cave it seems as dignified as inexplicably appropriate as those rhinestone-studded jumpsuits did on Elvis in his later years. Caves public persona has been called theatrical, but a more precise term might be cinematic. Like many self-mythologizers, charismatics and plain old eccentrics, he has always appeared to be performing in a movie only he himself could see. The closest the rest of us may come to seeing that movie may well be 20,000 Days on Earth. Cave co-wrote the film with its directors, the artists Iain Forsyth and Jane Pollard, with whom he has collaborated on a number of smaller projects music videos and short films. Its unorthodox, to put it mildly, for the subject of a documentary to be given a screenwriting credit, but very little about 20,000 Days could be described as orthodox. As its title suggests, the film is an investigation into the passage of time, into memory and aging and artistic survival, as dramatized by a single imaginary day in the life of its subject, the musician Nick Cave. While working on a song, Cave began to play with the idea of measuring his life in days instead of years, and Forsyth and Pollard, who were documenting the band as they recorded Push the Sky Away, saw potential for a film. When I asked Cave what drew him to the notion of Day 20,000, he regarded me dryly. Fifty-four Years and Nine Months on Earth didnt have quite the same ring to it, somehow. A number of recent documentaries have explored the nebulous boundary between reportage and fiction, but in 20,000 Days, Pollard and Forsyth try to dispense with that boundary altogether. From the first frame to the last, the film was plotted and set-dressed and professionally lit and has all the glitter of a big-budget feature; but, while a series of voice-overs by Cave were scripted, every on-screen interaction from a visit to a therapist to a ride in his Jaguar with Kylie Minogue was spontaneous and unrehearsed. In the case of figures from Caves past with whom he had fallen out of contact (like the founding Bad Seeds guitarist Blixa Bargeld, who left the group abruptly more than 10 years ago), the co-directors went even further: No conversation about the scene was allowed until the camera was rolling. Nick would have never gone for a straightforward rock-doc, Forsyth told me in Berlin. We decided to go in a direction that combined reality with fantasy as seamlessly as possible which, if you think about it, isnt too far from the transaction between a rock star and his fans. People want desperately to enter the world Nick creates in his songs. You can look around when the Bad Seeds are playing and see precisely which version of Nick the junkie, the outlaw, the lover each person in the crowd wants to be. The film had its premiere at Sundance in January (it won the world documentary awards for best directing and best editing) and will be released nationally in September, following preview screenings this summer that coincide with Caves North American tour. That such an idiosyncratic movie would capture not just the imagination of the festival crowd but also of a U.S. distributor is testament, contrary to what even the most ardent fan in his gutter-punk glory days could have foreseen, to the remarkably broad appeal that his elegant, lecherous, literate, unapologetically romantic persona has come to have in recent decades. Photo