re-iterate.

Nick Cave IS sex.

-From The Wire, July 1998, On Lydia Lunch + Nicky:
"However, 1982 was a bad time to be around the Birthday Party. Completely strung out, they were primed to self-destruct. Rowland and Lydia swiftly found themselves ostracised by the others. "Basically, they did too many drugs and I didn't," Lydia deadpans. "Nick Cave, who I completely respect as one of the finest lyricists rock music has ever known, never understood me at all -- either as a woman, as an artist or as an individual. He never got me. It's simple: you either get me, you accept me; or you do not get me, and he never got me. I don't know if the dividing line was the pleasure principle. I was really into gluttony and pleasure but not artificial stimulants; I was busy exploring adrenal over-stimulation." Like what? I interject. "I mean sex," she apologises, "excuse me, let me be more specific. Just natural endorphin highs and rushes, really getting, at that point, into exploring other altered states. It has to do with energy transfers, be it sexual or otherwise, be it just a deep conversation that transports you to another place -- it's vampirism." Is it a mutual exchange? What does she give in return? "Enough to make you sick. I gave them encourgement, energy, power, healing, light, love, what more do you want?""