Nick Cave and Lydia Lunch
Photo from 30/3/83, Los Angeles, The Roxy, taken from
Ian Johnston's "Bad Seed".
- Lydia Lunch joined The Birthday Party on stage in November 1981 for
a version of Jackson, and on the
1982 summer tour, she opened for them, and regularly appeared on stage
during The Birthday Party set for e.g.
Dead In The Head and
- Nick lived with Lydia for two weeks when they wrote their
50 one act plays, some of which have appeared in
King Ink, and some of which
have later appeared in the comic
- Lydia Lunch has an intimate story called One
Dreary Night in her book Incriminating Evidence, published on Last Gasp, which is
"Dedicated in loving memory to the ghost of Nick Cave-past".
- The Birthday Party and Lydia Lunch have released a split
album Drunk On The Pope's
Blood/The Agony Is The Extacy.
- Nick sings on Lydia Lunch's Honeymoon
In Red album.
- Nick and Lydia were both in
The Immaculate Consumptive.
- Lydia Lunch appears in The Road To God Knows Where.
- At a dinner conversation on 7/9/1989 in London, Nick mischievously
asked Lydia when she was going to have children. She replied: "Honey, the
day I have kids is the day I see you shit a watermelon." (This anecdote
is from Ian Johnston's "Bad Seed",
page 263. You will find some more on Lydia in this book.)
Both Nick and Lydia have toured with Die Haut
on their 1992 and 1993 fall tours.
- There are, of course, numerous people that have worked with both
Lydia and Nick:
Jim Sclavunos, Jim Thirlwell,
Terry Edwards, Sonic Youth, etc.
- Nick Cave and Lydia Lunch's books are published by Henry Rollins' label 2.13.61.
From The Wire, July 1998, David Keenan scripting:
However, 1982 was a bad time to be around the Birthday Party.
Completely strung out, they were primed to self-destruct.
Rowland and Lydia swiftly found themselves ostracised by the
others. "Basically, they did too many drugs and I didn't,"
Lydia deadpans. "Nick Cave, who I completely respect as one
of the finest lyricists rock music has ever known, never
understood me at all -- either as a woman, as an artist or
as an individual. He never got me. It's simple: you either
get me, you accept me; or you do not get me, and he never
got me. I don't know if the dividing line was the pleasure
principle. I was really into gluttony and pleasure but not
artificial stimulants; I was busy exploring adrenal
over-stimulation." Like what? I interject. "I mean sex,"
she apologises, "excuse me, let me be more specific. Just
natural endorphin highs and rushes, really getting, at
that point, into exploring other altered states. It has
to do with energy transfers, be it sexual or otherwise, be
it just a deep conversation that transports you to another
place -- it's vampirism." Is it a mutual exchange? What
does she give in return? "Enough to make you sick. I gave
them encourgement, energy, power, healing, light, love,
what more do you want?" (Thanks Pete Ferreira for sending this.)
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