"BLOOD RAIN: A Short Story As Dark As A Nick Cave Ballad”…

  •    *blood rain (meteorology) : rain of a reddish colour caused by dust particles containing iron oxide that were picked up by the raindrops during descent. Before the 17th century it was generally believed that the rain was actually blood and it was considered a bad omen…


(…he hears her phone ring three times…)

   “Hi, this is Annette. I`m not home right now, so you`ll have to leave a message after the beep…(beep sound)…”

(he hangs up again…)

   In the back, Nick Cave is heard singing “Slowly Goes The Night” in his deep, dark, haunting voice:

"Darling, that morning you chose to go,
I awoke in my boots and clothes.
You `d taken my car, stolen my cash,
even my five hundred dollar suit was slashed.
And I just laid there watching the sun fall down from the sky,
not wanting to open the letter, but opening it anyway, and seeing those two words…

"Lover (lover), goodbye"….”


(…he hears her phone ring three times…)

   “Hi, this is Annette. I`m not home right now, so you`ll have to leave a message after the beep…(beep sound)…”

(he hangs up again…)

…and Nick Cave goes:

"…So slowly goes the night
Next to me lies your body planned like the map of some forbidden land
I trace the ghosts of your bones with my trembling hand,
Dark is my night but darker is my day, yeah
I must’ve been blind, out of my mind,
I never never saw the warning signs
How goes it?
It goes lonely, it goes slowly…”

   We didn`t deserve this ending… I would give anything to bring you back. 
   Annette, please answer the phone…

(…he hears her phone ring three times…)

   “Hi, this is Annette. I`m not home right now, so you`ll have to leave a message after the beep…(beep sound)…”

(he hangs up again…)

…and Nick Cave goes:

"…So slowly goes the night, ten lonely days, ten lonely nights,
I watch the moon get flayed each night, until the moon becomes the skinning knife
The skins of my sins I send out to cover and comfort you
I know of a Heaven but honey I know of a Hell yeah
I hang my head, I toss in my bed, 

I never never forget the words you said 
"One evening, I’m leaving"
And I laughed and checked her breathing and said 

"Darling, go slowly through the night"…"

   I didn`t mean to hurt you, my love, it`s, just, that… I couldn`t let you leave. I know they say that if you love somebody, set them free and if they come back, they`re yours forever, but that`s just a cheesy cliché. We belong to each other, and so it was always meant to be. Why don`t you answer your phone?
…and Nick Cave goes:

"…Oh baby, I feel the heal of time,

I wake to find you sitting out there, cutting tangles out of your hair
Singing a song that’s all wrong, hey, but that’s alright, I don’t care
Oh darling forgive me for all the misery
 I embrace an empty space and your laughing song it fades
Where goes it? It goes some place, it goes somewhere where it’s lonely and black as the night,
Come on home, darling and put things right
I hang my head and cry, cry, cry, darling, all night I try
To cease on a reason for this mad mad season…”
   The room feels hot and humid. The overwhelming odour of the ten-day-decay, dense, vile but at the same time almost shockingly sweet, seems to coat the skin and settle into his  clothes. Outside, it `s raining hard but he feels nauseated, so he reaches for the window  to breath some fresh air. Raindrops fall inside, staining the carpet. They are red like mud or maybe blood. He looks outside the window. “It`s like blood rain” he thought and called her again.

(…he hears her phone ring three times…)

   “Hi, this is Annette. I`m not home right now, so you`ll have to leave a message after the beep…(beep sound)…”

(he hangs up again…)

…and Nick Cave finally goes:

"…The nights, they are so long now,

I can’t remember it being light

Call it sleep, call it death, call it what you like,
But only sleep, only sleep brings you back to life yeah
I hang my head, I toss and I sweat, I never never can forget,
How goes it? I’m going, but slowly slowly going
And we both know that it’s gonna be alright,
But it ain’t you who has to cry cry cry
Ten lonely days, ten lonely nights
Since you left my side side side…”

   Police sirens and loud voices can be heard from outside the window. He suddenly realises that they are coming for him and reaches for the phone next to her lifeless body. He would call her one last time, this time just to hear her voice

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"Suspect Device" by Stiff Little Fingers

How’s this for urgent?  A fierce Punk band from Northern Ireland singing about The Troubles.  But Stiff Little Fingers has more to offer than political outrage.  This song—"Suspect Device"—is two and a half minutes of pure musical perfection, wound so tight I’m almost afraid to let it out of the box.  This is Mandatory Punk, and if you can’t appreciate this I’m afraid we have nothing in common.

Christiane F. photographed by Ilse Ruppert in her room in Hamburg (1983).

   Christiane F., a onetime heroin-addicted teen prostitute, a junkie from the age of 12,  was put in the spotlight in her early teens during the late `70s, after a series of interviews about her life and West Berlin`s drug scene, which led in a top-selling book and a film (Christiane F. – Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo”) based on her memoirs.

Her intriguing story, as well as her great looks instantly turned her into a media darling and a kind of controversial heroin-chic celebrity.

   Along Alexander Hacke, her boyfriend at the time and member of the German industrial band Einstürzende Neubauten, they recorded two albums and also appeared in a film.