Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds’ Conway Savage has passed away Sunday evening. He was 58 years old. The band made the announcement via Instagram this morning.
Savage had been absent from the band’s touring roster since last year’s announcement that he had undergone an operation for a brain tumour.
Savage, who plays piano and organ, and provides backing vocals, was a member of the Bad Seeds for “nearly 30 years” joining the touring roster during 1990 in support of The Good Son, and is first credited on the band’s 1992 album Henry’s Dream.
“CONWAY SAVAGE Our beloved Conway passed away on Sunday evening. A member of Bad Seeds for nearly thirty years, Conway was the anarchic thread that ran through the band’s live performances. He was much loved by everyone, band members and fans alike. Irascible, funny, terrifying, sentimental, warm-hearted, gentle, acerbic, honest, genuine – he was all of these things and quite literally “had the gift of a golden voice,” high and sweet and drenched in soul. On a drunken night, at four in the morning, in a hotel bar in Cologne, Conway sat at the piano and sang Streets of Laredo to us, in his sweet, melancholy style and stopped the world for a moment. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Goodbye Conway, there isn’t a dry eye in the house. Love, Nick and the Bad Seeds.”
See the original post from the official Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Instagram below:
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