Thank you Nick for your swagger, the passion, for the intensity. For the darkness and the light. For the despair and the beauty. For the delicate and the bombast. Thank for bringing us all together for a few moments where we can celebrate the work you and people like Blixa Bargeld, Mick Harvey, Barry Adamson, Warren Ellis and many other have done over the past forty years. From the time when I first heard Release The Bats during ether induced revelry to the chill and shiver of The Mercy Seat, The Weeping Song and Jubilee Street I’ve been a follower. Thank you for your skinny legs and the flick of your fingers, the jet black hair, the crash of the band breaking with anger and preciscion. Thank you for dissonance and the cadence, your courage and your political incorrectness, the arrogance and the humor. That was a wicked show on Saturday night and I’m glad to be alive on this planet at the same time you are.