EDITOR’S LETTER
“Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writer’s block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe I’m projecting here.” But of course, Nick Cave is not projecting, and he has, as usual, put our auditory experience into words that make so much sense to each of us we can’t believe we didn’t think to say it this way ourselves. Our sonic impressions soundtrack our lives. Sometimes solitary, listening to that one song over and over again to take us back to a time and all we felt in it, at others – congregational – hands…
