Amongst the flurry of emails I’ve received this week, from different companies I have some sort of link to, assuring me that it would be as close to business as normal as they could manage while the current crisis continues (which just smelled a bit too much of when you get an email telling you that ‘tickets are selling well’ for an event you expressed an interest in, or that ‘There’s only a few tickets left- don’t miss out’) I received another one telling me that a gig I was due to go to was to be rescheduled.
Please don’t get me wrong: rescheduling gigs is absolutely the right thing to do.
But still: a bit annoying.
This time, the gig in question was Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, and hot on the heels of The Jesus & Mary Chain last week, I began to wonder if I should maybe think about going to see acts who don’t dress predominantly in black.
Never mind. It gives me the opportunity to post this absolutely piece of beautiful bleak doom-adoration, which may be a new genre I’ve just created especially for Mr Cave: