For You’ve Touched Her Perfect Body With Your Mind

I was watching I’m Your Man (2005) the documentary about Leonard Coen, and I was thinking that nearly 20 years have passed since the first time I found myself in front of Nick Cave, a sweaty, smiling Nick Cave to be precise, and that was when I learnt that you have to fight for the front row, friend F.’s idea initially, and since then I saw John Cale, barefoot, playing a grand piano, Jeff Buckley singing his Hallelujah under a very cloudy summer sky, and I was in Montreal once, and all this makes perfect sense.

Then the recording ended abruptly right in the middle of Suzanne.