A rock star was asked what God’s voice sounds like. His answer is beautiful
The letters are profound and personal, even intimate. They ask about loneliness, about grief, about the voice of God. But what’s most unusual about the questions is their recipient. He’s not a pastor, psychiatrist, or even an advice columnist. He’s a rock star.
For the past seven months, Nick Cave, the Australian musician and songwriter, has been answering letters from fans and posting them to his website, The Red Hand Files. (The name is an allusion to his song, “Red Right Hand,” which is itself an allusion to God’s vengeance in the classic poem “Paradise Lost.”)
“You can ask me anything,” Cave, 61, told readers in announcing the project last September. “This will be between you and me. Let’s see what happens.”
What happened surprised even Cave: a biblical flood of letters, 100 per week, he says. Some are typical fan’s notes, asking about his writing process or why he admires Elvis. But others seek spiritual solace. Cave has been asked how he deals with evil, how he coped with the death of his teenage son and whether he still believes in God.
“How do I really feel about God?” Cave answered a fan named Dee from Argentina. “Well, the more absent He feels, and the more indifferent the cosmos appears to be, the more fervent and necessary my search for meaning becomes.”
A turn toward communion
In many ways, The Red Hand Files are a companion to Cave’s current tour, “Conversations with Nick Cave,” which features spontaneous exchanges between the artist and his audience. He fields requests, tells stories and answers questions from the crowd.
For a performer who once cultivated an aloof and even menacing persona, Cave’s turn toward communion, on stage and online, is striking.
Delivered weekly to inboxes around the world, The Red Hand Files offer a cyber-sanctuary to speak about hard things, Cave says, the issues that “require a bit of room, or space, or even nuance.”
“I think people increasingly have a hunger to engage in alternative ideas about all manner of things, Cave said in Issue #2 of The Red Hand Files, “and this is evidenced in the kind of questions that have been sent to me.”
“I also receive a lot of mail these days from people in difficult situations and I feel that I have some experience which I can pass on.”
Some of that experience was born in tragedy. In 2015 Cave’s 15-year-old son, Arthur, died in a fall from a seaside cliff in Brighton, England, spinning his family into whirlpools of grief. After Arthur’s death, Cave said he sought salvation in his work and the community of fans who gather to hear it.
“I felt very acutely that a sense of suffering was the connective tissue that held us all together,” Cave continued in Red Hand Files #2. “Without being hyperbolic, this feeling of collective love has saved my life. It is a transcendent circle that just seems to grow stronger. It is religious.”
Religiously literate rock n’ roll
Cave might seem like an odd fit for the mantle of Postmodern Internet Guru, with his pointy black shoes, shiny black suit and sternum-baring shirts. At times, he looks like a fallen preacher, or the nihilistic Bible salesman in a Flannery O’Connor story.
Onstage, he snarls and struts like a shaman. His former band, the Birthday Party, was known for its furious energy and raucous shows. A former addict, Cave once said he could “write the Michelin Guide to detox centers.”
Cave’s music, too, can be dark. His first huge hit was a murder ballad. A more recent tune imagines a resurrected Lazarus in modern America. He ends up in the madhouse.
But Cave has long been one of rock’n’roll’s most religiously literate songwriters. He keeps a bust of Jesus and a Bible open to the Gospel of John on his piano. Cave himself wrote an introduction to Mark’s Gospel for a British publisher in 1998. He is the rare rock star to open a love song with the line, “I don’t believe in an interventionist God/But I know, darling, that you do.”
In his punk rock days, Cave says, he was obsessed with the Gothic drama and wrathful God of the Old Testament, channeling His energy to hiss and spit at the world.
“I was a conduit for a God that spoke in a language written in bile and puke,” Cave said. “And for a while, that suited me fine.”
But then, Cave says, he took up the Gospels.
“I slowly reacquainted myself with the Jesus of my childhood, that eerie figure that moves through the Gospels, the man of sorrows, and it was through him that I was given a chance to redefine my relationship with the world,” Cave wrote in 1996.
“The voice that spoke through me now was softer, sadder, more introspective.”
‘I felt ministered to’
Raised Anglican, Cave said he has all but given up on organized religion, yet still longs for a world infused with magic and awe.
Like a lot of artists, his spirituality is idiosyncratic and undogmatic. He believes humans are hard-wired for transcendence, which can be accessed through creativity and imagination.
“We are spiritual and transcendent beings,” he said in Issue #28 of The Red Hand Files. Our lives have meaning, he continued, and our actions have “vast implications on the well-being of the universe.”
But Cave, 61, who now lives with his wife Susie Bick in Brighton and Los Angeles, seems more interested in seeking than arriving at a conclusive theology. Chris Goodman, Cave’s media representative, said the musician was not available for an interview; he prefers to let the letters speak for themselves.
Jason Woodbury, an editor at the online music magazine Aquarium Drunkard, said Cave answers to fan’s letters are pastoral but not doctrinaire.
“He’s not pushing the ‘Nick Cave Rules,’ Woodbury said. “He’s giving people the tools to dig in and find the answers for themselves. He seems genuinely interested in helping them on their journey.”
Several weeks ago, Cave responded to a father of three boys from Australia who despaired about the future. The musician agreed that the endless negativity available online can “erode our souls and the souls of our children.”
“It is often difficult to look at the world through anything other than an apocalyptic prism and in doing so, simply despair,” Cave wrote in Issue #38 of Red Hand Files. “You wake up in the morning, look out at the day — blue sky, fluffy clouds — then go online and ten minutes later you have lost the will to live.”
But then Cave coaxed the fearful father to reconsider his apocalyptic despair, offering the example of his own family.
“I have always seen it as a kind of parental duty to show my own children beautiful stuff, and in so doing reveal to them an alternate world,” he wrote.
“I felt ministered to,” said Woodbury after reading Cave’s response to the father. “That’s the only word I can use to describe it. It’s a trusted authority figure sitting down next to you and saying, ‘Listen I know things are bleak but it’s in your own best interest to keep your eyes on what is beautiful and sustaining.”
Woodbury isn’t alone in appreciating Cave’s approach.
“Getting these emails from St. Nick first thing every Monday is the stuff I always wanted (and never got) from religious services,” tweeted Ken Layne, the editor and publisher of Desert Oracle, a journal and radio show based in Joshua Tree, California.
What God’s voice sounds like
Last month, a fan named Rute from Portugal asked Cave what the voice of God sounds like. Does God even have a voice, or does divinity make itself heard in other ways? Perhaps God might sound a bit like Nick Cave, Rute suggested.
“I hope the voice of God would be something other than booming, authoritarian and male,” Cave answered. “Wouldn’t that be a pleasant surprise.”
The musician offered his own take on God’s voice. In the recording studio, he said, sometimes the most pure and beautiful choruses can emerge from a cacophony of varied vocals. Maybe God’s voice sounds something like that, Cave offered.
“Perhaps, God would have the combined voice of all the untold billions of collected souls, an assembly of the departed speaking as one — without rancour, domination or division, a great, many-layered calling forth that rings from the heavens in the small, determined voice of a child, maybe; sexless, pure and uncomplicated — that says ‘Look for me. I am here.'”
Cave then ended the letter as he always does: “Love, Nick.”