ONE GREAT BIG CRASH-BANG

“The first time I saw Susie was at the Victoria & Albert Museum in London. When she came walking in, all the things I had obsessed over for all the years – pictures of movie stars, Jenny Agutter in the billabong, Anita Ekberg in the fountain, Ali Macgraw in her black tights, Barbara Eden, Elizabeth Montgomery and Abigail, Miss World competitions, Greta Garbo, and Jennifer Jones, and Bo Derek, and Angie Dickinson as Police Woman, Maria Falconetti and Suzi Quatro, Bolshoi ballerinas and Russian gymnasts, Wonder Woman and Barbarella, and supermodels and Page 3 girls, all the endless, impossible fantasies, the young girls at the Wangaratta pool lying on the hot concrete, Courbet’s Origin Of The World, Bataille’s bowl of milk, Jean Simmons’ nose ring, all the stuff I had heard and seen and read, advertising and Tv commercials, billboards and fashion spreads and Playmate of the Month, Caroline Jones dying in Elvis’ arms, Jackie O in mourning, Tinkerbell trapped in the drawer, Bert stone’s final Monroe photos, all the continuing never-ending drip-feed of erotic data, the great and the small, came together at that moment, collided in one great big crash-bang, and I was lost to her, and that was that.”

Nick Cave sul momento in cui ha conosciuto sua moglie Susie, da 20.000 days on Earth

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ONE GREAT BIG CRASH-BANG