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Nick Cave and the mythology of the rock star onscreen
From the ferocious Birthday Party concerts of the 1970s and ’80s to the release of last year’s soothingly sorrowful Bad Seeds album Push the Sky Away, Nick Cave has always been an artist whose work defies easy categorization.
The Australian rocker’s fearsome appearance — think Elvis Presley reincarnated as a fire-breathing, Goth-punk troubadour with a voice so deep it’s practically bottomless — belies an incredibly eclectic range of influences: the puckish poetry of Leonard Cohen, the soul-baring ballads of Nina Simone, the death-haunted last testaments of Johnny Cash. His lyrics suffused with a heady brew of the sacred and profane, Nick Cave can transform himself from lecherous lounge lizard to sulfur-tongued preacher over the course of a single song.
Cave, a notoriously elusive presence offstage, would at first seem an unlikely subject for a documentary. Thankfully, the new film 20,000 Days on Earth, now playing in select theaters, isn’t interested in simply venerating him, dissecting his creative process or even peering into his private life as a family man and recovering heroin addict. Instead, the movie, helmed by first-time feature directors Iain Forsyth and Jane Pollard and featuring scenes scripted by Cave himself, ambitiously blends fact and fiction to form a freewheeling, hallucinatory account of the musician’s twenty-thousandth day of life, the same day he began recording Push the Sky Away. The end result is simultaneously an extension of Cave’s own self-styled mythology, a daring exploration of the limits of artistic control and a fluid meditation on memory’s ability to imbue existence with the semblance of meaning.
feeling really depressed today.
in general lately, actually.
i dont know why.
i guess it could be a combination of things. i left my job by choice, but i stand by that choice because i do believe i deserve a better work environment than that. i believe women should be given equal opportunity, as well as a harassment free work place (neither of which were offered). i want to enjoy my work and be proud of it, but i wasn’t, and so i had to go. it was that simple.
should i have lined up the next position before jumping ship? well, probably. but unlike the other times, i didn’t.
i feel the older i am, the less responsible i act, which is very strange. i’m sure a psychologist out there somewhere could award this to my overly responsible past and the “traumatic” life events i’ve been through. or something.
i wake up each morning with an overwhelming sense of panic. i am awake, and alive, and thus there is reason for being; however as the morning minutes tick onward, i lose that anxious sense of direction pushing me to self-motivate and slide carelessly back into the state i am now (that is, a depressive lump of overall dissatisfaction).
with the anxiety, i prioritize my tasks ranking them in order of self-importance. gym, dishes, flower pots, shower, vacuum, laundry, job search. today, i have managed to complete all of the list, sans laundry. this should be an accomplishment, but instead i recognize failure.
i completed my first half marathon last weekend. i found out that there is a such thing as post race blues, but i don’t even know if that’s it for me. there is another race in november, and i’d like to participate, but i won’t let myself sign up until i attain a job. the enrollment is $125.
i think the old me would have been primarily drunk, stoned, or both in this jobless role and i somewhat question if maybe that is what i need. but i don’t find the same enjoyment in those things as i used to. i currently am not finding much enjoyment in anything, at all. i guess that’s why i presume i am depressed, lol.
i am sure this will end soon because it just simply has to. i will get some job or something or other and there will be more direction. even just news of getting into nursing school would put me where i need to be mentally. just something positive for myself.