now the bastard had first discovered nick cave and the bad seeds when he started working at the magazine. i was still shellshock from losing my previous job and when you leave a job after 6 or so years, leaving it or in the bastards case, being canned feels like a funeral except it isn't commonly accepted practice to mourn your loss, it's a job, not your mom you lost. but the bastard calls bullshit on that. and i never really mourned it and it has worked to the bastard's detriment. i have been so angry for so long and i'm only letting go of that shit in recent days. the bastard feels like a weight is lifting off of him.
i had become attracted to the bad seed when the cursed black shirt at the office (why is he cursed? his cube is cursed. all others that have worked that cube have been hated) gave me a piece of nick. he was gloriously evil. he reminded me of my other self loathing device which is tom waits. nothing makes you want to guzzle a bottle of gin and cry about lost love like tom. but nick is just mean he makes you want to wallow in it and wallow in it and then set it free on the world to wreak havoc on your ass. just listen to "straight to you" and you'll know what i mean. just listen to "tupelo" then you can harness and release your grief into the night.
the mad russian gave me a copy of the boatman's call and on it is my new favorite song, "people ain't no good" cause they ain't. now writhe in it shiteyes.