Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds at CMW

NickCave-CMWThe sweet, sweet sound of Massey Hall; just the name of the venue perks up your ears, let alone the sound of what happens once you’ve entered inside. Tonight is a marvel of a night – it’s Canadian Music Week and the streets are filled to the brim with beautiful racket and the people who love it the most, and I just happen to be a lucky ticket holder for the Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds show!

I’ve dreamt of this night for many years. I am overly joyed to be able to give you my word that no fan of this band could possibly be let down by their live performance. I was stuck in my seat like a school child with my mouth open, eyes wide. . . ears full.

I was extraordinary fortunate to be attending this particular show; a choir of ten children from a local Toronto school would be present, as well as a string section led by Owen Pallet.

Nick Cave wastes no time sucking you in. Within seconds of the first song, ‘We No Who U R’, his audience is bewitched by this man and his music. The following four songs were from the new release, Push The Sky Away. Then the band would kick into a version of ‘From Here To Eternity’ that either stunned or scared members of the audience; it was menacing.

More often than not, Mr. Cave kneels and lets out his hands for the crowd to hold onto throughout the songs. The personal experience one gets from a show like this happens once in a lifetime. The songs chosen for tonight’s set are tailor-made, flawless. ‘Jack The Ripper’ was powerful and consistent with its repeating beat; ‘The Weeping Song’ was as sad and seductive as I had hoped it would be. ‘The Mercy Seat’ completely blew me away – it was far better live than on the record. I will forever only listen to live versions from this day forth. ‘Love Letter’ followed and brought me and most of this mass to tears. For an encore they gave us ‘Push The Sky Away’ and ‘Tupeo’.

Nick Cave remains as wilted yet strong as he ever was. His arm slashes down at the most crucial of times during his songs. Pointing his finger at the audience as if he is a dictator for the country words. He’s a genius, a man in his mid-50s walking around the stage as if he never left his youthful body and soul.

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