So I show up at the room and it looks like a tornado has been through there — clothes, a few girls are passed out on the bed. He looks at me through the window and waves weakly. Someone tells me that he went with those people because they have drugs or something. We get into the car and we are going fast, back to L. The girl is looking bad and driving poorly. I ask her what the matter is.
Well, that's actually two different things. It was because that two of our members actually left before we started making this record one died. We were kind of stripped to a minimum- that was very much returning to the roots. Not knowing what to do was very much returning to the roots.
In the autumn of , after graduating university, I was backpacking around Europe when in Barcelona a stranger mentioned to me that Nick Cave owned a bar in Berlin. Returning to the States, I relayed this information to my best friend Andy and, without doing any further research whatsoever, we decided to fly to Germany to find it. Instead what followed were nine days of confusion, thwarted plans, and perpetual drunken misery. Including a two-and-a-half day hallucinatory absinthe hangover that saw us wind up in Prague.