Nick Cave's party gets underwaySource: The Sydney Morning Herald
It is the same at the festival. If not silks and linens, then bands and men of the Australian diaspora in 1980s London: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, who curated the lineup; the Saints; The Laughing Clowns; Robert Forster of the Go-Betweens.
All Tomorrow's PartiesSource: The Sydney Morning Herald
Nick Cave is not big on titles, it seems. When the man widely regarded as one of our finest songwriters is reminded he is now a multiple winner of ARIA awards for best male artist, he responds: ``Am I? Oh good. Did that happen a few times?''
The Paste Top Albums of 2008: A RefutationSource: Chewing Pine
Allow me to say that I really enjoy reading Paste. I, however, hate year end lists more than I hate wearing tight pants in general – but specifically after a huge meal.

On October 1, I'm going to make a trip up to Toronto to catch Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds as they cross the continent on their Dig!!! Lazarus, Digg!!! tour.
Life as a bad seed, chapter and verseSource: The Sydney Morning Herald
Nick Cave is a connoisseur of words, a collector of arcane and delicious language. In his songs, his essays and film scripts he rolls them out lovingly: delighting in their weight, their feel and their effect on listeners and readers.
Old Nick CaveSource: Guardian Unlimited
The Cave is turning 50, and more creative than ever.
Cave's new men in suits set to rock homeSource: The Age
SINCE moving to England decades ago, Nick Cave returns to Melbourne every few years. But his home-town crowd has never seen him like this before.
Bryan Ferry Covers Bob Dylan on New Solo AlbumSource: Pitchfork
Former Roxy Music frontman Bryan Ferry has featured Bob Dylan covers on his albums before, but his 12th solo album, Dylanesque, is dedicated entirely to them. The album is out now in the UK, and Capitol will release it in the U.S. on June 19.

Sunday evening. Now I know what it feels like to be bored to tears. I'm dangerously close to a crippling depression, to the point that I want to fall to my knees on the floor and weep. The Indianapolis Colts are the Dave Eggers generation of the National Football League.