New York, New York



Two gigs in NYC

This week I had the great pleasure of seeing two remarkable performances in New York. They were about as different from one another as can be but were nonetheless both amazing in their own ways.

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds at the Beacon Theatre, NYC, 6/13

On Tuesday evening my wife and I drove into the city for a show we’d bought tickets for nearly a year before (while I was still stuck in Melbourne). Jersey girl is a huge Nick Cave fan. It’s safe to say Cave is to my wife what Springsteen is to me. It’s funny that I’m from Melbourne and idolise a rockstar from Jersey while she’s from Jersey and adores a rockstar from Melbourne (clearly this marriage was meant to be).

Nick Cave and his Bad Seeds were playing a sold out show at the vaunted Beacon Theatre on Broadway, an event too perfect to miss. For some reason, despite being a long time fan of his music, I’ve never seen Cave play live. The closest I ever came was attending a reading he gave when he released his first novel When the Ass saw the Angel.

It was therefore a pretty special event for me to be seeing him in NYC. After a fun meal at a crazy Mexican restaurant called Playa Betty’s on Amsterdam Avenue, we headed to the theatre and found our seats. Jersey had done us proud and we were in the orchestra section with a great view.

It’s an impressive theatre and seemed like a pretty perfect backdrop for what was to come.


From the moment Cave took the stage, we knew this was not going to be your average theatre gig. The entire audience left their seats the moment they caught sight of him and rushed forward to the stage. It was literally stand up or see nothing and so all pretence of decorum was abandoned.


We had assumed that the main focus of the show would be his most recent album, Skeleton Tree which deals largely with the emmotions revolving around the death of his teenage son in a horrible cliff fall. It’s a very atmospheric album which lends itself to quiet contemplation and self examination. In that context the seated theatre venue had seemed quite apropriate but that wasn’t the gig we got.

Cave interspersed songs from Skeleton tree throughout the night but they served as the moments of quiet between  raging storms. To everyone’s delight he pulled out songs from every period of his long career with the Seeds.

We were treated to stunning renditions of songs such as Red Right Hand, Tupelo, Mercy Seat, and Stagger Lee. And all the while cave strode the stage like a demented southern preacher crossed with a daddy long legs spider. The man is no spring chicken but his energy remains remarkably vital and there is still no compromise in him.




At one point he dragged a young guy up onto the stage and sang directly into his face. When he was done with this intense little piece of theatre, he simply walked away leaving the fella unsure as to what he should do; leave the stage or stay up there with the band? He shrugged in Cave’s direction and was told, “Do what you like”. Ten minutes later, there were thirty people up on the stage and that’s how the rest of the night went.



The audience having taken the stage, at one point Cave took to the floor and we beheld the humourous sight of people up on the stage taking pictures with their iphones of their idol down in the audience.



When it was all over, we left the gig in a state of semi-shock. The room had reached a near religious fervour over the course of the show. Cave is an arch manipulator and he had quickly recruited the willing New York fans to his church of soaring sounds.

It was, we both agreed, a show to match anything we’d seen.


Spike Wilner, Melissa Aldana, and Paul Gill, Mezzrow, Greenwich Village, 6/16

On Friday night, I travelled back into the city to meet up with my son and my good friend P from Melbourne. Both of them had come all the way from Australia to attend our wedding and, as P was flying out the next day, we decided to have an Aussie boys night out together in the greatest city on Earth.

The theme of the night was to be jazz. We had heard, from a musician friend of my son’s, about a club that has a great rep, Smalls Jazz Club in the Village and so we headed over hoping to get in (we hadn’t thought to book ahead). As it turned out, the set was sold out but we were told by the door guy that they had another club the other side of 7th Ave.

We made our way over and found the place, Mezzrow which was situated in the basement of an unassuming brownstone on W10th Street. We got in without having to wait and were led through to a table The place was tiny and we could hear the subway trains rumbling by beneath us every five minutes or so (you’d think that would have detracted from the music but, weirdly, it had the opposite effect).

Mezzrow is owned and operated by jazz pianist Spike Wilner and he was the man tinkling the ivories that evening. It was also his birthday so he had selected two very special guests to play with him. Melissa Aldana is a Chilean born saxophonist who can play like an angel struggling with its demons. And on double bass was Paul Gill.


This tight little trio proceeded to blow our minds with a set of amazing renditions of classic jazz standards and some original composition. All three musicians were exremely tallented players and I was keenly aware that to have seen jazz of this quality in Melbourne it would have been a very pricey ticket indeed (we paid just $25 dollars).



The audience showed their appreciation of the music on offer in that uniquely jazz audience way.



And the icing on the cake was that our Mezzrow tickets gave us entry into Smalls, so we wandered over after the gig and caught the end of a set there. I’m not sure who we saw there but it was equally enjoyable (though the room was uncomfortably packed and very hot).

By the time we got back to our digs in Brooklyn it was about 2am and we were exhausted (I’d been going since early the previous morning) but we’d heard some amazing jazz and were basking in the glow of it all.

So there you have it, two very different, very excellent gigs in one week. Who knows when that opportunity might come along again?



Words and images are my own.



17 thoughts on “New York, New York

  1. That wasn’t a concert. It sounds more like a full-blown riot broke out! 😀 I know you’ve mentioned Cave in the past but I haven’t really picked up on him. After you mentioned him in another side conversation the other day, I checked out a video of a live performance from some years ago that was on YouTube. It didn’t turn me into a full-fledged fan but I dug it. (His voice, from the Lou Reed school, takes a bit of getting used to.) I’ve been to the Beacon several times, mostly during Allman’s residencies. It’s a great place to see a show and is very reminiscent of Fillmore, Tower Theater in Philly, Orpheum in Boston. Also, I’ve been to jazz shows in the Village and until the other day (synchronicity alert) had never heard of Small’s. This morning I read a friend’s Facebook post. She’d been in NY and went to – wait for it – Small’s. So now I’ll have to go. To your point, in a sense, it doesn’t much matter who you see jazz-wise. The talent is all in NYC and it’s all good. BTW, your Brooklyn digs? You’ve been married for what, a week and JG already threw you out? 😀


    1. We stayed over to continue our NYC fun the next day.
      Cave is a phenomenon. Many people don’t get him because they don’t realize how much humor is in his songwriting. They just think he’s some sort of serious Goth-lord. He takes his inspiration from the Leonard Cohen school.


      1. Yeah, I saw the ‘Goth’ expression come up about 15 times in reading about him. Seems to me that it’s always the media that decide they have to hang a simplistic tag on a band so they can somehow categorize it. This may have little or nothing to do with the band’s desire or intent.

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      2. Exactly, Jim.
        If you ever are looking for an ‘in’ to Nick Cave, there’s a quirky covers album he did years ago called Kicking Against the Pricks. It pretty much reveals his influences. It was during his transition out of the punkier sound he started out with in bands like the Birthday Party and Boys Next Door so it’s kind of raw but pretty interesting. Latter-day Cave is quite a different beast.


      3. I’ll check that out. I have a short list of stuff to listen to from bloggers. I’ve got my computer now rigged up to a nice speaker or two so I can listen while I work.

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  2. Great post, great pictures. I’ve lived within 30 miles of NY all my life, and have always wanted to go to a jazz club in the village. I’m still waiting. M 🙂 Oh, and congratulations to you and your Jersey Girl bride on your recent marriage! 🙂 🙂

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      1. So many things I like about Nick. I’ve been on a Grinderman binge lately. Also his film side is very cool. I remember watching “The Assassination of Jesse James’ and at the end of the movie here’s this guy walking through bar singing and playing guitar. It was our buddy Nick. Total surprise. You and your gal will be sitting in that weekend vibe for a while. Take care.

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  3. Fantastic post. We’ve been fans of NCATBS for ages, but I’m sure Peaky Blinders has reinvigorated their following significantly. And we’ve seen many shows at Beacon, an enjoyable venue every time. Smalls, however, has been on our bucket list forever, and we didn’t even know about Mezzrow (now added), so thanks for sharing your experiences. We’ll have to knock those off the list very soon.

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