NIN and amusements
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sclerotic_rings, a rather amusing poem by one of Australia's best-known expats: The Book Of My Enemy Has Been Remaindered. Imagine if William Shatner was your enemy!
Rey and I went to see NIN last night, along withsarin_girl and Tim-whose-LJ-I-don't-know. But I'm assuming he has one, because, hello, NIN concert-goer?
And it was pretty good. I've seen complaints that at other gigs, NIN played for forty-five minutes and then left without so much as a 'goodnight', but that didn't happen here. We got almost two hours of Trenty goodness, including all the crowd-pleasers*, ending on 'Head Like A Hole'. Trent himself was a little jarring, no longer the pale gothboy he used to be; he's bulked out a lot (looks like muscle rather than fat) and got a short haircut. (Also, I notice, an ascending forehead.)
Second-stupidest moment of the night: In the quiet bit in the middle of SF Inc, the audience started clapping. It wasn't really a bit that *needed* clapping, and they screwed up the rhythm so badly that Trent lost his place, gnarred at the clappers, and ended up skipping ahead to the next part of the song.
Stupidest moment of the night: The support act, 'Bird Blob'. I'm sorry, Melbourne-Band-Whose-Name-I've-Forgotten who supported Nick Cave some years back, but you have been toppled from your perch as Suckiest Support Act Ever. They had the volume cranked up to 13 (seriously, they were several notches louder than NIN) and I walked out about a minute into the first song because it was outright painful even without the spot strobing directly at my face. Poor Rey decided to stay and mind our seats; I hope it hasn't damaged her hearing. From the foyer the volume was low enough that I could make out the actual music, and... well, I'm sure it held something for somebody, but that somebody wasn't me. Ended up spending most of that time milling around outside with the smokers, icky but not *as* icky.
*He didn't do 'True Love Waits', though.
sclerotic_rings, a rather amusing poem by one of Australia's best-known expats: The Book Of My Enemy Has Been Remaindered. Imagine if William Shatner was your enemy!Rey and I went to see NIN last night, along with
sarin_girl and Tim-whose-LJ-I-don't-know. But I'm assuming he has one, because, hello, NIN concert-goer?And it was pretty good. I've seen complaints that at other gigs, NIN played for forty-five minutes and then left without so much as a 'goodnight', but that didn't happen here. We got almost two hours of Trenty goodness, including all the crowd-pleasers*, ending on 'Head Like A Hole'. Trent himself was a little jarring, no longer the pale gothboy he used to be; he's bulked out a lot (looks like muscle rather than fat) and got a short haircut. (Also, I notice, an ascending forehead.)
Second-stupidest moment of the night: In the quiet bit in the middle of SF Inc, the audience started clapping. It wasn't really a bit that *needed* clapping, and they screwed up the rhythm so badly that Trent lost his place, gnarred at the clappers, and ended up skipping ahead to the next part of the song.
Stupidest moment of the night: The support act, 'Bird Blob'. I'm sorry, Melbourne-Band-Whose-Name-I've-Forgotten who supported Nick Cave some years back, but you have been toppled from your perch as Suckiest Support Act Ever. They had the volume cranked up to 13 (seriously, they were several notches louder than NIN) and I walked out about a minute into the first song because it was outright painful even without the spot strobing directly at my face. Poor Rey decided to stay and mind our seats; I hope it hasn't damaged her hearing. From the foyer the volume was low enough that I could make out the actual music, and... well, I'm sure it held something for somebody, but that somebody wasn't me. Ended up spending most of that time milling around outside with the smokers, icky but not *as* icky.
*He didn't do 'True Love Waits', though.
