I’m upset with Nick Cave.
It’s not because of his side project Grinderman; The Bad Seeds will be releasing a new album sometime this year, and besides, new Nick Cave is always a good thing.
It isn’t because he’s writing about being middle-aged, something I can’t identify with yet. Artistic integrety demands he writes what he feels, not what morose teenagers want to hear.
It’s that absurd ’stache that’s holding his face hostage.
It began as a modest, even cool outcropping of facial hail. But as the above photo illustrates, he’s starting to resemble a grizzled trucker or aging lothario. Is this really the same man who wrote about murdering a bar full of people and sodomizing his foes? Well, yes, but now it feels a little wrong somehow.
