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His creativity spans music, literature, film and more. His words have spoken to millions.
We want to hear how Nick Cave has touched your life. Tell us your Nick Cave story...
3 Story(s)
He is an amazing man & the exhibition at the museum gave me a huge insight into just what makes him… so.
The website was so enticing I couldn't pass up the opportunity to visit a museum that I haven't set foot in in 20 years. I am so pleased I did & I will definitely not be leaving it so long between future visits .
A big thank you to all who were involved in bringing another little piece of Nick to WA
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My first 'live' experience of Nick Cave was Sydney Dance Company's performance of Underland. It was overwhelming, breath-taking and beautiful. I was… shell-shocked. I walked out of the theatre at the end, turned around and bought a ticket to the next performance!
I couldn't wait to see the man himself in live performance and had to wait years until we were both in the same city and the same time.
Earlier this year I scored a ticket to his concert at Belvoir. I went home in tears - joyful tears.
I've been to the exhibition a dozen times. Thank you for putting together such a fantastic show. It brought me even closer to the man. You should do more of these exhibitions!
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I have a special soft spot for Nick that began in the 1970's in Melbourne. Though I knew Nick...more as an aquantance than a friend, It wasn't until years later whilst living here in Perth… that I realised that this guy I knew was 'Nick Cave'. I had only known him as Nick...Julies brother and the guy in 'The Boyz Next Door'...the band we often went to see.
The first time that I saw/met Nick was at his family home in Caulfield when I was 16 or thereabouts. I remember being in a car driven by a friend of a friend. (I was tagging along that day and knew nothing of where we were headed nor why) We pulled up outside a house where the three of us got out and ventured inside. The girl we were coming to see was a friend of my friend and we were there to pick something up from her ...she, was Nicks sister. Brought up to be respectful of other peoples homes as well as being a quite a shy person anyway, I stood nervously in the room we entered. I recall that there was some sort of small celebration going on and someone was dressed as a fairy. I recall a piano and how neat the room was despite scattered attempts at party decoration. Mostly, I remember a ' punky' pale thin dark haired guy come into the room dressed in black with pointy boots. At 16, I thought this older guy was mysterious and a bit of a 'badboy'. I looked up and smiled at him. He looked at me and without cracking a smile, nodded his head to say hi. I recall thinking that he was a bit scary . At the time in Melbourne, many 'punks' were angry people who often lashed out at non punks. They certainly didn't warm to the likes of me and my peeps. We were friendly to everyone in a sort of love and accept all...kind of way without considering ourselves to be 'hippies or part of any subculture. After we left the house, only 10 minutes or so later, I recall being a little haunted by that beautiful but intense brother of a friend of a friend.
Later, I was to see, talk and experience more than just a serious side to this guy. My next encounter, saw Nick play the clown in the kitchen of an old St. Kilda house which was the venue for a party put on by mutual friends. He no longer seemed scary to me after that night...he had really made people laugh. After that, my friends and I often bumped into Nick's sister in the course of a night out here and there. I soon learned that Nick was part of a band and we started seeking out the bands gigs. We would act so cool as we stood up the front and watched 'Nicks band' perform. Nick definately had the 'up yours' attitude indicative of many punks at the time but he was not out to hurt anyone and was not 'punk' to the exclusion of himself. One night, friends and I headed to a band venue called 'Bananas' where we often went. It was a small all night place where your entry ticket often included a small meal of fish and chips. Unlike my friends and even Nick at the time, I was doing it tough as a 16 year old without family and was living alone in a tiny flat in Elwood. The little meals I would get from Bananas were a welcome relief from not having eaten much for days. It was at the little window at Bananas where one would collect their fish and chips, that I struck up my first conversation with Nick and experienced a shyness in him not unlike my own. Of course, we both were natural performers and hid our shyness well.
I have many memories of those days living in St. Kilda and Elwood in Melbourne and I will always remember Nick as the guy who in fleeting moments, I connected with not just because there were people connections that saw us run into eachother, but because I could see a vulnerability, sensativity and inner strength to survive that I felt as a teenager living in a wild place at a wild time.
We both also had come from musical theatrical families and were both pursuing a creative/theatrical path. I could see the the boy inside Nick that wanted an audience to hear what he had to say and who knew that he had something that could somehow keep an audience watching and listening.
You did well for yourself Nick!! You kept true to yourself and from what I hear, are still sensative and sweet.....what a great accomplishement! Luv Fi
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Annette Edwards's Story
Posted on Tuesday, 21 July 2009 at 6:11:38 PM
I was fortunate enough to witness the great Nick Cave at Belviour Ampitheatre, earlier this year. I decided that night that I was as close to God as I wanted to be for a very long time.He is an amazing man & the exhibition at the museum gave me a huge insight into just what makes him… so.
The website was so enticing I couldn't pass up the opportunity to visit a museum that I haven't set foot in in 20 years. I am so pleased I did & I will definitely not be leaving it so long between future visits .
A big thank you to all who were involved in bringing another little piece of Nick to WA
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Cinta Nikk's Story
Posted on Thursday, 16 July 2009 at 7:32:44 PM
I'm a Nick Cave late-bloomer. I lived in Melbourne but never managed to get to a gig - ditto for London and would you believe Berlin as well?My first 'live' experience of Nick Cave was Sydney Dance Company's performance of Underland. It was overwhelming, breath-taking and beautiful. I was… shell-shocked. I walked out of the theatre at the end, turned around and bought a ticket to the next performance!
I couldn't wait to see the man himself in live performance and had to wait years until we were both in the same city and the same time.
Earlier this year I scored a ticket to his concert at Belvoir. I went home in tears - joyful tears.
I've been to the exhibition a dozen times. Thank you for putting together such a fantastic show. It brought me even closer to the man. You should do more of these exhibitions!
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Fiona Marie Staerker's Story
Posted on Wednesday, 15 July 2009 at 11:09:34 AM
I have not yet been to the exhibition . I'm looking forward to taking my daughter this Fri 17/7/09.I have a special soft spot for Nick that began in the 1970's in Melbourne. Though I knew Nick...more as an aquantance than a friend, It wasn't until years later whilst living here in Perth… that I realised that this guy I knew was 'Nick Cave'. I had only known him as Nick...Julies brother and the guy in 'The Boyz Next Door'...the band we often went to see.
The first time that I saw/met Nick was at his family home in Caulfield when I was 16 or thereabouts. I remember being in a car driven by a friend of a friend. (I was tagging along that day and knew nothing of where we were headed nor why) We pulled up outside a house where the three of us got out and ventured inside. The girl we were coming to see was a friend of my friend and we were there to pick something up from her ...she, was Nicks sister. Brought up to be respectful of other peoples homes as well as being a quite a shy person anyway, I stood nervously in the room we entered. I recall that there was some sort of small celebration going on and someone was dressed as a fairy. I recall a piano and how neat the room was despite scattered attempts at party decoration. Mostly, I remember a ' punky' pale thin dark haired guy come into the room dressed in black with pointy boots. At 16, I thought this older guy was mysterious and a bit of a 'badboy'. I looked up and smiled at him. He looked at me and without cracking a smile, nodded his head to say hi. I recall thinking that he was a bit scary . At the time in Melbourne, many 'punks' were angry people who often lashed out at non punks. They certainly didn't warm to the likes of me and my peeps. We were friendly to everyone in a sort of love and accept all...kind of way without considering ourselves to be 'hippies or part of any subculture. After we left the house, only 10 minutes or so later, I recall being a little haunted by that beautiful but intense brother of a friend of a friend.
Later, I was to see, talk and experience more than just a serious side to this guy. My next encounter, saw Nick play the clown in the kitchen of an old St. Kilda house which was the venue for a party put on by mutual friends. He no longer seemed scary to me after that night...he had really made people laugh. After that, my friends and I often bumped into Nick's sister in the course of a night out here and there. I soon learned that Nick was part of a band and we started seeking out the bands gigs. We would act so cool as we stood up the front and watched 'Nicks band' perform. Nick definately had the 'up yours' attitude indicative of many punks at the time but he was not out to hurt anyone and was not 'punk' to the exclusion of himself. One night, friends and I headed to a band venue called 'Bananas' where we often went. It was a small all night place where your entry ticket often included a small meal of fish and chips. Unlike my friends and even Nick at the time, I was doing it tough as a 16 year old without family and was living alone in a tiny flat in Elwood. The little meals I would get from Bananas were a welcome relief from not having eaten much for days. It was at the little window at Bananas where one would collect their fish and chips, that I struck up my first conversation with Nick and experienced a shyness in him not unlike my own. Of course, we both were natural performers and hid our shyness well.
I have many memories of those days living in St. Kilda and Elwood in Melbourne and I will always remember Nick as the guy who in fleeting moments, I connected with not just because there were people connections that saw us run into eachother, but because I could see a vulnerability, sensativity and inner strength to survive that I felt as a teenager living in a wild place at a wild time.
We both also had come from musical theatrical families and were both pursuing a creative/theatrical path. I could see the the boy inside Nick that wanted an audience to hear what he had to say and who knew that he had something that could somehow keep an audience watching and listening.
You did well for yourself Nick!! You kept true to yourself and from what I hear, are still sensative and sweet.....what a great accomplishement! Luv Fi
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