User avatarLuck be a Musician Tonight

I am one of those people who secretly doesn’t know how lucky they are.

That’s a lie, actually.

I am one of those people who occasionally is convinced that luck completely passes them by but, in actuality, it washes up like waves on a beach more often than not. For every instance of not putting one of those new five pound notes in my wallet (everywhere else they jump out and I’m a fiver down) there is something else waiting round the corner, be it a clear run into work on a morning or a one in a mil find on eBay.

Let me tell you about the 23 June 2019.

I am invited by a friend to go to a gig in case someone drops out. I am officially on the ‘waiting’ list so to speak. The closer it gets to the gig it is quite clear that the other person is not coming so the ticket is offered to me, and despite my pleas it is given for free (no, I’m not spitting rhymes over a hot beat, the sentence came out that way). The gig in question is Nick Cave in Conversation at the Sage. I have dabbled in wor Nick and the Bad Seeds over the years with mixed results. This is not the kind of evening that you say no to; you grab it with your sweaty hands and you run away screaming like a frantic, happy loon.

So I turn up and meet the rest of the friends group, who are all rallied round drinking wine, and everyone seems really nice. The usual polite tidbits of conversation are floated round although that doesn’t last for very long because out of the corner of my eye I can see a man approaching. He is coming directly for us.

“How many are in your group?” he says. We all look at each other, we need someone to volunteer as spokesperson. I don’t remember who but a few people stumble up that there are six of us. “Great,” says the guy, “how would you fancy sitting on stage with Nick? You have to be by this door at exactly 7pm (11 minutes time!) and wear these special bands. I’ll run you through the rest of the rules when you’re led to your seats.”

We all look at each other again; what just happened there? There’s not much time to lose though so we all rush to the toilet and head to the door. More stagehands lead us right onto the stage: there are tables set aside with candles on, creating a kind of arc around the middle, which contains a beautiful piano and nothing more. The rules are pretty simple; shut the fuck up, don’t go near him and don’t bother him. Even I, with my primitive brain can handle this.

Nick Cave talks and plays music for almost three hours. He is roughly ten feet from where I am sitting. Nobody is allowed to take photos of him when he is performing meaning that the only memento I have, apart from the ticket and the special band, is a picture of an empty piano with no-one playing it taken about half an hour before it all started. He was amazing, a voice still raw and strong, a plethora of songs all hand-picked on the night, right there and then, whatever people suggest or he feels like playing is done. I have never seen anything like it and I doubt I will ever again.

14 comments to Luck be a Musician Tonight

  • This is nice. What a nice thing.

    It’s lovely to have a post on the Beans that is just something good that happened and that we can all enjoy.

    Nice.

  • It is nice, isn’t it?

    It’s also a bit boring, which is why I toyed with the idea of actually posting anything about it for a while. Still, it makes a slight change from the usual nonsense.

  • It’s REAL nice, and I’m glad you posted it. Sometimes we need a bit of nice to cut through all the self-aware bollocks.

  • Yeah. I’m not ashamed by my nice. I am proud to offer an alternative to the self-aware nonsense we’ve been peddling for… how long now? Over ten years?

    I’ve lost count.

  • We’ve been doing this for more than 13 years now. Just take that in for a minute, and then see how nice you feel.

  • Was that sarcasm? Were you saying that we shouldn’t feel nice?

    I’m proud that we’ve been tipping this puppy over the edge for thirteen years. Cutting edge for thirteen years. Filling the voids of the internet for thirteen years.

    Original content for… well you get the idea.

  • What I like most is that we’ve been doing this for 13 years on a public website where literally anyone can come and read it, and nobody does.

  • Nobody apart from them zorse enthusiasts back in the day…

  • Yeah, but they’ve gone. There’s just us now, and even then, out of three of us, there’s only two of us. That’s the reward for all this world-class content we’re tossing off.

  • Two of us! Two of us! Two of us!

    It’s a very sobering thought. Should we hold some open auditions for another member? Would Steve Steveingtons be a viable candidate? He’s very violent and if he can be as wordy then he’d be ideal.

  • I’m still here… sometimes.

    I’m all for fresh members, do you think other people are interested in joining our world of “self-aware bollocks”?

    We’ve had a few guest members over the years, but they all get bored eventually.

  • The trouble with auditions is that you need people to apply first, and nobody is applying. That’s fine though. I think if other people were involved I would be secretly resentful because I like it just being us. I hate people.

  • Not quite ready for being around other people yet, are you Chris?

  • No. People need to go away. I like being locked in my panic room and not talking to anyone.

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