Continued from here...
Thursday morning, although we had all talked about leaving at different times, we all ended up washed, dressed and out of the door at the same time (with the exception of squarepeg, who wasn't going to the shows that night). Walking down Bayswater Rd was quite pleasant - we passed by Kensington Gardens and the Russian Embassy - as it was sunny and warm and we were all drinking liquids of some kind. No alcohol, though. I think. We should have done really.
Wix took the tube north to meet a friend, and we went south. It was pretty packed in there - and one week since the terrorist attacks. I felt... not nervous, but hyperaware of the people around me and the things that had happened in exactly the same conditions the week before. But you know, whatever, British Patriot raaaar crap down with terrorism etc. You have to get on with life.
There were even LESS people outside the venue by the time we got there at 10am. We even beat Mac! The sun was shining and it was quite nice to be out there. The queue barriers were pulled out a little earlier than last time (at least it felt that way) and about an hour after we had settled down, the security guy that handles the front area brought us out some huge slabs of cardboard with which to set up shelter from the sun. They occasionally fell off, but by gawd, it got us through the hotter parts of the day. We also spread newspaper over the floor to protect us from all the shite on the ground - didn't stop me from getting chewing gum and all sorts on my shoes and jeans though. SPIT IT INTO BINS PEOPLE.
At 11-ish, we heard tale of a sushi place about 7 minutes away from the queue, so we all fidgeted a while, and then Sascha the Mexican DJ (via a Spanish speaking friend on her cellphone) led us to the place while talking about her music and why she hates Canada. It meant walking through an street of tall buildings with black guys hanging outside. When we asked for directions, they offered us skunk and then told us where the sushi place was. It was... uh... enlightening? The buildings were beautiful though.
The sushi place was pretty good, but stupid expensive. I had 6 avacado pieces, Christo had 4 salmon nigiri, and Sascha shared something I wasn't sure of with Daniel, until she realised there were roe eggs on the outside. Bless her heart. On the way back, I bought yet more water, and then paid for 30 minutes of internet time in order to call GentleRed a slag. Good times, good times.
So, the rest of the afternoon was spent doing the usual sitting-on-arse talking to people, drinking water, watching people walk by. Strangely enough, I did not pee for the entire day: it was so hot, I just sweated all my water out.
Kleptonin & Frankie turned up at around 5/6pm, the last of the ETS people to arrive (PINK HOMO SHIRT), but by that time it was too late to cut them into the queue - we were all standing up. I'd made the decision to go to the front, and the one of the highlights of my night - a girl walking down in a skirt, a seethrough fishnet top AND NO BRA - walked by. Everyone cheered! Yay! Boobs! They were very nice boobs.
Anyway.
The security guy pulled away the barrier at about 6:55pm, and warned us to not move, to show him our tickets and to not run. We all cheered! Yay! NIN! And then we were all hustled past security, and into the venue. I managed to squeeze myself beside Christo and Daniel, and thus, the night really began.
Being so close to Saul Williams was amazing. He jerks around, and pulls up his baggy pants, and grins, and cracks jokes, and although he delivers the same speech every night, it's thrown out in a way I could never get tired of. He's a pretty cool guy - all arms and legs and a big ol' white smile. I took at least 18 pictures of him with a disposable camera - this tour has meant lots of pictures of Trent, but hardly any of the support bands, so I thought I'd pick up the slack a little. Plus, he's a hero. Hopefully I'll get them developed soon. Highlight song I think, had to be Black Stacey. I wish someone had bootlegged that performance.
His set was over too soon, and then there was the half an hour of setting up, which used the same damn music every single time, and that night was no exception. TRENT THAT THROBBING GRISTLE REMIX GRATES. Please make a new mix before the rumoured next tour. God, please. Then the band took the stage, and yada yada yada I WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF TRENT. As jaded as I may be, I still can appreciate the fact that I had one of the best standing places in the house, even though the security guards got in my way during two of the songs I really wanted to hear (EDIETS, SINCHN and Home) - which, along with Sin and No You Don't from the previous night meant that I had heard every single song played on the tour. I did wonder whether he recognised me when we caught eyecontact, but I figured that because he didn't attempt to throw anything at me, not even a water bottle (Daniel got one though), he probably didn't.One of my favorite moments was when he turned sideways during WT and straddled the microphone to sing. And when Alessandro came out to play bass during Getting Smaller, and threw a waterbottle at Aaron's head. Haha.
Security at the front were pretty good - paying just as much attention to the hydration of the crowd (I'm sure the guys loved squeezing water into the girl's mouths) as the batshit crowdsurfers in their motherfucking big boots. I felt briefly sorry for the guy who rolled out of the crowd with blood literally pouring down half of his face, but that soon passed. I was expecting it to be much worse - the first night at the Astoria felt a lot tougher on my chest and stomach than my time at the barrier for this gig. On the whole, I could breathe, and when I couldn't, I could brace myself against the barrier and push backwards to get some temporary 5 seconds of space. Somehow, the crowd also managed to dislodge my hat and break my belt, pushing my jeans down and my t-shirt up. I'd like to officially apologise to Trent Reznor who no doubt saw too much of my stomach pressed against the barrier throughout his final set of the UK. It's not my fault, I didn't mean for it to happen, honest to god. Please come back.
So, highlights - EDIETS, With Teeth, LINE, MOTP, and Home.
Leaving Danni behind (and losing Owen, only to discover on Saturday that he was in THE OTHER TUBE CARRIAGE ALL ALONG) a bunch of us ran through the tubes to catch the last Tube home. When we got back to the hostel, Kleptonin and Frankee were already there, and I collapsed on the bed with a chorus of "fucking hell"s, as my feet were practically burned off. I don't know whether I complain more, or just have little stamina, but I swear I end up in more pain than others. I also had sunburn on my right arm, which persists to the point of a large white band across my wrist where my bracelet affixed itself.
LUVLISTS:
Kleptonin & Frankee, azure, silktwisteddagger, wix, acidpits, enemyairship, christo, the always awesome madmarte, summariot, sascha the mexican DJ, the two danish girls from daneland, likklebaer, squarepeg, Mac, Storm, sam with the dreadlocks who got me a cheap disposable camera, Big T (bahahaha, what a nickname), Lili from Germany who borrowed my pen, carrotcake and his cute friend in the green t-shirt, the security guards outside the venue.
SHITLISTS:
The batshit girl from Toronto that turned up yet again, 15 minutes before the queue went in, and tried to blag her way into the venue on Wednesday. Security clamped down her, and generally just messed with her plans for crowd domination. I just hid under my hat. I was also told she enjoyed shitting on a guy in a wheelchair. I know she reads this forum, and I'd like to make it clear that I think she is the scum of the earth, and I'm not the only one horrified by her desperate attempts to suck Trent's cock via her no-doubt shitty demo tapes.
Also: any one of the people who crowdsurfed in New Rocks. Thanks for trying to give everyone at the front a concussion. Next time, leave your damn shoes with your friends!
Oh, and lets not forget everyone who wanted Jeordie's attention. Stop fucking screaming at him when he's on stage! His dick isn't that big that you can suck it from that distance.
Also: the person who put their hand DIRECTLY ON MY HEAD as if they were about to pull it backwards and snap my neck. Whoever you were, you're a silly bastard.
Sorry if I forgot anyone or if this is a little incomprehensible, there was a lot to write - the full version is on my LJ, if you are friended...