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How Nick Cave's biography revealed a longheld case of mistaken identity

- Kitty Empire

Nick Cave has been squatting rent-free in my mind all week. On Thursday, he and collaborat­or Warren Ellis released an album – Carnage – every bit as consuming as its predecesso­r, 2019’s Ghosteen. By day, I heard Cave swinging from swagger to sorrow. By night, I juggled a massive hardback: Boy On Fire, the forthcomin­g biography of Cave’s early years by Australian journalist Mark Mordue.

The best detail so far: it turns out the choirmaste­r at Cave’s childhood church was a certain Father Paul James Harvey. “Years later,” writes Mordue, “when The Boatman’s Call was released in 1997, the bishop of Wangaratta would read a news article mentioning the influence of a PJ Harvey on the album’s songs, and would proudly mention the enduring impact of Nick’s old choirmaste­r to an appreciati­ve congregati­on.” The Boatman’s Call was, in fact, inspired by Cave’s relationsh­ip with one Polly Jean Harvey…

A Daft farewell

The art of emoting inside a helmet has risen to new heights thanks to Pedro Pascal’s valuable work in The Mandaloria­n. Last week, though, adored electronic duo Daft Punk broke up mysterious­ly via a video that has been viewed more than 22m times, setting that bar a notch higher again.

What were the two casqued Frenchmen communicat­ing to each other, before one detonated the other? I have no inside scoop to offer. “This is the way,” you can imagine Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo saying sternly to Thomas Bangalter.

It has always been a weird, sensual pleasure to type those words, “GuyManuel de Homem-Christo”, every time the occasion arose. I’m going to miss that. But not as much as I am going to regret not ever hearing their knock-down, titanium-plated swansong Random Access Memories (2013) played live.

Wild pleasures

We counted 44 young leaves of wild garlic in the garden last week. I have a tedious digestive issue which rules out eating the bulb, so I am officially no fun any more – to cook for, or to take out to dinner, even when it becomes possible. Ramsons, as the plant is also known, are one way to secure a safe garlic fix. These brave shoots promise at least a couple of meals of emerald-hued, nuclear-grade allium pesto.

We are all probably all well past the point of stoically appreciati­ng all those alleged silver linings in our current predicamen­t. But one of the upsides of lockdown has been a licence to gorge on this thuggish spring weed without worrying about standing next to someone at a gig afterwards.

Festival fever

Speaking of lockdown, Monday’s roadmap out of it appeared to mean various things to different sets of eyes, depending on the lens applied. A number of festivals have taken that fudgy, pencilled-in aspiration of June as a time for loosening restrictio­ns, and have announced their summer shows will go on.

As has been observed, I am no fun any more, so I feel an uneasy ambivalenc­e. Boosterism for live music is part of my job descriptio­n. I’d love to hear bass through a proper rig again. It’s understand­able that – given the lack of Covid-19 support for the music industry – the artists, the grassroots venues, crews, freelancer­s- everyone involved must be keen to start earning some wad, and maybe have some fun. But what part of “pilot events” and “data not dates” and “no guarantee” did festivals choose not to understand? The need for some sort of insurance is key. Will the under-50s really all be vaccinated by July? It won’t be a summer of love if excess deaths result.

• Kitty Empire is the Observer’s pop critic

has also done interviews entirely in an English accent, but today he is in more subdued form. He’s at home in the Hollywood Hills, which I glimpse briefly on our video call before he turns his camera off: there’s a blurry wisp of a beard, white walls, and then I’m staring at an icon of a baseball cap for an hour. This might seem antisocial, but Stanfield proves to be open, funny and vulnerable. He cries at one point – at least, it sounds like he does – when we talk about one of his early films; another time, he sighs deeply and says, “It gets draining, these interviews get draining.” He can be evasive on some subjects (notably his relationsh­ips and his three-year-old daughter, whom he co-parents with the actor Xosha Roquemore), but for the most part he brings a thoughtful­ness and honesty that is often steamrolle­red out of actors by the Hollywood machine.

Mainly, though, he just seems to want some respite from being on show for once. Not being styled, or primped and tousled by a hair and makeup team. “I had a lot of fun being a little peacock for a while, but it is nice to have a break from that,” he says, with a little “hehe”. “It’s nice, if I’m talking to you, and I’m on Zoom, I can have my shirt on and then no pants on. And that’s OK. I appreciate that.”

Just to clarify, does he have on pants (by which I’m hoping he means trousers) right now? “I do today,” he replies. “You got me on a good day.”

Besides, Stanfield’s new film, Judas and the Black Messiah, is not exactly a screwball, hide-wigs-in-the-foyer release. Directed by Shaka King, it takes place in Chicago in the late 1960s and explores the relationsh­ip between a young, charismati­c Black Panther leader, Fred Hampton, and William O’Neal, who ran Hampton’s security team while also covertly reporting his movements to the FBI. When Stanfield was sent the script, he assumed he was being lined up to play the tub-thumping orator Hampton, whose speeches he had watched obsessivel­y on YouTube growing up. But a realisatio­n hit him when he did an image search for O’Neal: they looked uncannily similar. So, the British actor Daniel Kaluuya is Hampton and Stanfield has the highwire task of making O’Neal, a slippery and often reprehensi­ble character, into something more complex and relatable than a cartoon villain.

Stanfield does it, with his trademark tortured-by-the-system worldweari­ness, but it’s clear the experience was a bruising one. “I did feel some residual effects; I still feel some,” he says. He had panic attacks on set. “And I developed alopecia as a result of the stress that was required or that accompanie­d this character. Yeah, stuff like that.” (In a recent interview, Kaluuya said of Stanfield: “He put himself on the line. That’s not his politics at all. That’s not how he feels. And it was really tough on him some days,” adding, “I salute Laketih for that.”)

Judas and the Black Messiah is powerful, often shocking and has a sucker-punch sting in the tail; it would have been a timely film at any point during the past half-century, but in the era of Black Lives Matter, it feels especially resonant. Stanfield agrees: “You look at this film, look around outside, it’s pretty clear to see, isn’t it, at least in America, that the streets are boiling. And globally, it seems people are becoming unsettled with the way that they interact with their government.”

Stanfield says he has felt “compelled” to join the debate. Last May, he ran 2.23 miles as part of an organised protest for Ahmaud Arbery, an African American man who was jogging in Georgia on 23 February (hence 2.23 miles) when he was shot and killed by a former police officer and his son. “Do I feel like it’s my responsibi­lity?” asks Stanfield. “To some extent I do. I don’t think that I’m a politician or that I’m a holier-than-thou figure or that I’m even important in the way that sometimes celebrity may try and make one seem. But I do have a lot of people watching me so I might be able to help. I’ll try when I can.”

According to Hollywood legend, the Oscar-winning actor Forest Whitaker tried unsuccessf­ully for years to make a film about Fred Hampton’s life. The fact that Judas and the Black Messiah now exists, made by a major studio (Warner Bros) – and that the film, and especially Stanfield and Kaluuya, should figure prominentl­y in the awards season – suggests that some progress has been made in the film business.

“Hollywood has no choice but to change, as the society changes that we live in and people change,” Stanfield says. “I think Hollywood is more of a reflection of society than we sometimes give credit for. It’s not really its own entity in a way. It’s more what we make it be and allow it to be. Hollywood is a business and by and large it goes where the money goes.”

Watching Stanfield on screen, and then speaking to him, it can be hard to gauge where the acting and performanc­e starts and stops. “I definitely have quite the imaginatio­n,” Stanfield accepts. “And I’ve always been described as quirky or weird or strange. I obviously never saw myself that way.” He laughs, “I think everyone else is completely insane.”

Stanfield grew up mostly in Victorvill­e (sometimes snidely called Victimvill­e), east of LA, where his mother worked in the fast-food chain Del Tacos; his father was in but mostly out of his life. With four brothers and two sisters, there was never much to go round. Stanfield has admitted stealing sandwiches from Subway, which he has since repaid. After school, he worked in a marijuana grow house, and while he was never in serious trouble with the police, lots of people he knew were.

Acting, though, was an escape – mentally at first and then later literally. While still in high school, Stanfield was cast in a short film called Short Term 12, about a care facility for troubled teenagers. It played well at the Sundance film festival in 2009, but it took three years for the director, Destin Daniel Cretton, to raise financing to turn the short into a feature. Cretton recast the entire movie, bringing in future Oscar winners Brie Larson and Rami Malek. But he couldn’t find another actor with Stanfield’s energy and, after months – Stanfield had split from his agent, changed his mobile phone – Cretton tracked him down.

It’s while reflecting on Short Term 12 that Stanfield’s voice starts to catch. “I hadn’t… I guess I just hadn’t really thought about it in a while,” he explains. “If there’s two elevator doors closing, that don’t reopen, it’s then. I barely slid in and one of my arms got caught in the door! If I hadn’t done Short Term 12, I probably wouldn’t be talking to you right now. And I might not even be alive.”

It is not hard to see why Cretton was so insistent on reconnecti­ng with Stanfield – and why Stanfield has since worked with an enviable list of directors, including Ava DuVernay, Spike Jonze, the Safdie brothers and Rian Johnson. He has an endlessly watchable face, both leading-man handsome and character-actor versatile. And then there are his eyes: dark, expressive, disconcert­ing. “You look in his eyes and see this vulnerabil­ity and this sweetness,” DuVernay, who cast Stanfield in the 2014 civil-rights drama Selma, has said.

“I don’t like it when people talk about my eyes, because I feel like they’re going to jinx me, haha,” says Stanfield. “Maybe it’s just the way they are shaped or something. I don’t know, but I do feel a lot. And they say that your eyes are the window to the soul, so I imagine maybe they’re seeing different layers of my soul. Because I don’t hold anything back. So what you’re seeing is what you’re getting. Maybe that’s what it is.”

Donald Glover met Stanfield when he saw him dancing drunkenly at a club in Hollywood. “We were just at a party, back when you could party in groups of people,” recalls Stanfield. “And he just found me dancing on the dancefloor with myself. Because even at that time, I was social distancing.” Glover told him about a new show he was making, Atlanta. “Which at the time, I thought was kind of a stupid name,” says Stanfield. “I’m like, ‘That’s dumb. It could be more creative than that.’ But haha, I’m grateful that he caught me dancing by myself that night.”

Atlanta, in particular, throws up the unsolvable conundrum where Stanfield ends and his characters begin. It’s certainly not a stretch to imagine him uttering some of Darius’s iconic, weedhazed lines, but the character has deepened in strange and surprising ways. “What I love about the creative process on Atlanta is that everything is freeform,” he says. “You don’t really get that that often on anything, let alone a TV show. And I’ve seen that in every character, they just allow us to find what we find and land the plane, so to say.” As to when Atlanta will return for a third season – rumours are that it could be soon – Stanfield is discreet. “Atlanta’s coming,” he says. “We’re working on it, we’re trying to find safe ways to get back in. And we miss you all, as much as you might miss the show.”

Fame, Stanfield would be the first to admit, has not always sat easily with him. “I don’t even really like to use that word ‘success’ any more,” he says. “Just because sometimes I find myself not always as happy as I’d like to be. A lot of things that come with apparent success do not make you well.” A wry laugh: “And if you’re not well, they provide you a path to become more not well.

“When I first started in the business,” he goes on, “I just wanted to work, I just loved acting. Then once I started acting, I started seeing success and things that to me looked like success, like cheques for $500 when I didn’t have any money in my pocket. And I thought, ‘Well, if I just build on this, then I can create something for my family, and then we’ll all be successful. And we’ll be happy.’ And while some of those things bring momentary happiness, I realised nothing was more useful than therapy.”

Stanfield found appearance­s on the red carpet particular­ly stressful. “There are a couple ways to try and cope with it,” he says. “You can get drunk. Or you can try and have fun with it and make it your own. But, after a while, I got exhausted with that. Then I began to rebel against it, and just say: ‘If I want to sit down, I’m sitting down right here. If I want to lie down, I’m lying down right here, I don’t care.’ And even that gets exhausting. So you have to just find a way to balance it.”

Lockdown has presented challenges for Stanfield, not least on his mental equilibriu­m. “It’s put it to the test, I think we all can agree,” he says. Stanfield speaks to his therapist twice a week and has been spending a lot of time in his garden, dangling his feet in the pool or listening to the rustle of wind through the trees. “That’s meaningful to me,” he says. “I never really stopped to pay attention to it. So yeah, I’m finding that nature is being my friend and helping heal me through this stuff.” At nights, he works on a rap album, Self Control, and has so far released three tracks under the name Htiekal (“Lakeith” backwards). In a brief respite from lockdown last autumn, he shot a western for Netflix called The Harder They Fall, with Idris Elba and Regina King (Jay-Z will contribute original music for the film). Stanfield had to learn to ride a horse for the part and talks – who knows how seriously to take him? – of having his own someday.

As a final question, I ask if Stanfield has planned any leftfield ways to promote Judas and the Black Messiah. Not wigs, not pants-free Zoom interviews, but something else? “That’s a good question,” he says. “Dang, I hadn’t really thought about it. I just wish we were free, man. I wish you could go outside! As soon as they let me out, I’ll have more antics for everyone.”

At the end of Black History Month, the Sweden striker Zlatan Ibrahimovi­c, a largerthan-life figure who has resuscitat­ed an entire city during a remarkable season with Milan, felt the need to take time out of his schedule to criticize LeBron James for using his global platform to turn a spotlight on social injustices in the United States. LeBron has been one of the NBA’s leading voices in the ongoing fight against police brutality, racism, inequality and social change, using his voice in a way that will have him permanentl­y listed with the great athlete-activists of the past such as Bill Russell, Muhammad Ali, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, John Carlos, Tommie Smith, Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf, Craig Hodges and Colin Kaepernick.

Apparently, Ibrahmovic believes that’s not his place.

In an interview with Discovery+ in Sweden, Ibrahimovi­c felt compelled to criticize the Los Angeles Lakers star and any sportspers­on who dares to use their position and platform to speak out on issues beyond the narrow focus of the sport they play.

“I like (James) a lot,” Ibrahimovi­c said. “He’s phenomenal, what he’s doing, but I don’t like when people with a status speak about politics. Do what you’re good at doing.

“I play football because I’m the best at playing football. I’m no politician. If I’d been a politician, I would be doing politics.

“This is the first mistake famous people do when they become famous: for me it is better to avoid certain topics and do what you’re good doing, otherwise you risk doing something wrongly.”

On Friday, after the Lakers’ win over the Portland Trail Blazers, LeBron responded to the criticism from Zlatan by vowing never to stay silent about social causes. As he put it to reporters: “I will never shut up about things that are wrong. I preach about my people and I preach about equality, social justice, racism, voter suppressio­n – things that go on in our community.

“Because I was a part of my community at one point and saw the things that were going on, and I know what’s still going on because I have a group of 300-plus kids at my school that are going through the same thing and they need a voice.

“I’m their voice and I use my platform to continue to shed light on everything that might be going on, not only in my community but in this country and around the world.”

LeBron didn’t stop there. He went on to reference a Canal Plus interview with Ibrahimovi­c from three years ago where he blamed “undercover racism” for what he’s considered unfair treatment by the Swedish media.

“He’s the guy who said in Sweden, he was talking about the same things, because his last name wasn’t a [traditiona­l Swedish] last name, he felt like there was some racism going on,” James said. “I speak from a very educated mind. I’m kind of the wrong guy to go at, because I do my homework.”

Maybe Ibrahimovi­c watched a little too much Fox News while he was living in the US during his two-year spell with the LA Galaxy, because his criticism sounded very familiar to Laura Ingraham, the conservati­ve opinionato­r who infamously demanded that LeBron “shut up and dribble” in a segment many perceived as racist. It’s a line of argument that exposed Ingraham and the entire American right wing: It’s perfectly OK for athletes to use their platform when they are promoting a narrative that you agree with or that is personal to you. That double standard was on full display last year when the GOP invited NFL and college football legend Herschel Walker to be a speaker at the Republican national convention.

However, if the narrative is in opposition to their personal beliefs, then the athlete needs tostay in his lane, or stick to sports, or shut up and dribble – or as Ibrahimovi­c put it – do what you’re good at doing. And again, as LeBron pointed out, Ibrahimovi­c had zero problem speaking out about the racism and discrimina­tion he felt that he was a victim of. That’s the definition of hypocrisy.

And finally, for the record, LeBron’s decision to stand with the athletes and activists across America in calling for an end to the police killings of unarmed Black and Brown people isn’t “politics”, but a demand for basic human rights. And that’s something that anyone – no matter what color, race, nationalit­y, place of origin, background, religion, occupation or status – should have the moral courage to support. Like Dr Martin Luther King said, there comes a point when silence is betrayal.

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Photograph: Murdo MacLeod/The Guardian Daft Punk have announced they are splitting up.
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LeBron James addresses the media at the 2018 opening of the I Promise School, a district-run public school in his Ohio hometown of Akron that was the brainchild of James’s foundation and the city’s public school district. Photograph: Jason Miller/Getty Images

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