Maybe it's just the fact that I got insanely lucky to even be there at the show--profuse thanks once again to joyus self-destruction and erin (who I'm pretty sure is his sister, as some of the pics look quite familiar), two complete strangers who got me out of bed fifteen hours before the show while I was 340 miles away and invited me along--but I can't for the life of me see what at all anyone anywhere was disappointed about. In the least.
I'm sorry The Fragile wasn't played in its entirety? Or that the show wasn't a "Purest Feeling" through "Demon Seed" Debut Songs ONLY affair? Or that the room could have been cooler for what was, indeed, the longest Nine Inch Nails set in the band's history? Am I hot or cold? What's wrong with you people? Granted, ending on two covers that Trent's only slightly a part of was a bit odd, but it was still cool to watch the guys doing something that they clearly enjoyed. This is why I can't really slam them for repeatedly playing "The Hand That Feeds"--they seem to really enjoy it. So why not?
Besides that, the setlist was phenomenal. This was my sixth show, dating back to the Fragility tour and I saw 10 songs I've never gotten to see before. 10 (if you count the encore, then 12).Two of these were "Last" and "Somewhat Damaged"; both of which I've been chasing and just barely missing for over a decade now; and which, earlier this week, I swore I'd eat a baby to see. Turns out I didn't have to.
And then there was "Down in It." And "Lights in the Sky" which followed "Gone, Still." Come on, people.
This show was a huge treat for fans who've only been able to see the band on their later ventures. I missed out on tickets for the '94 tour (I was like three people back in line) and only caught Fragility once. Nothing pre Spiral. So the fact that a full half of Pretty Hate Machine got played, along with 5/8ths of Broken is something for which anyone who didn't cut his or her teeth on the Now I'm Nothing tour should be grateful. The post-Fragile material was scarce and almost 100% solid: "1,000,000," "Head Down," and "Lights in the Sky" are about as unanimously liked as anything of The Slip; "Survivalism" and "The Good Solider" aren't maybe the most sought-after Zero tracks, but they're not loathed by anyone I've ever seen post; Non-Entity is sort of brutal live (that was new to me) and I think I even caught myself rocking out a little bit to "The Hand That Feeds"--a song which is much better in the crush of the pit.
Which reminds me: I've always stayed back from the stage at Nine Inch Nails shows--usually to catch the elaborate setup. I couldn't get close at the June, Toronto show this year. But tonight, I was pretty much under Justin, who was extraordinarily courteous (thanks for the water), into the set, and friendly (thanks for the hand slapping). At a few points (during Broken material, more or less, I ended up right in front of Trent. It was fairly intense and I'm, 100% positive I missed the actually intense part of the pit
But points being:
1. I lost $200 in wages; $128 on bus fare; two consecutive nights of sleep (couldn't pass out on the bus, either way); my earplugs and thus a good amount of hearing in my left ear, specifically ; I sweated so fucking much that no one would sit near me on the seven hour air-conditioned bus ride back to Rochester (which I had to suffer in by then frigid, damp clothes that smelled so strongly of sweat that the odor somehow more closely resembled a male cat's piss on an menstrual vagina). I'm bruised and my knees (shot with congenital debilitating issues) feel worse than I can recall them feeling in a very long while. And I think it was worth every bit of this. Restated: I don't have a single complaint.*
2. Perhaps because I've been smitten with Nine Inch Nails for a greater chunk of my life than the time during which I wasn't aware of the music, or perhaps because in some twice-removed, disembodied, semi-figurative way, Trent Reznor has spent more time with me than either my mother (long dead) or my father (whom I never met), I'm overestimating the show's importance or excellence. But it beats the nuts out of the five others I've seen. Thus, I don't think I am.
3. Besides unplayed tracks ("And All That Could Have Been," "Adrift and at Peace," "Underneath It All," "Where Is Everybody?," I"m Looking Forward to Joining You, Finally," "My Violent Heart," "Demon Seed," "The Perfect Drug," and "All the Love in the World"), I've now seen pretty much every song it pained me not to have seen. Sure, it would have been nice to swap "Hand" for "Ruiner," or to have been there for the "Big Man With a Gun" and "A Warm Place" sequence, but really, I'm pretty contented as a fan right now. I'm still heartbroken I couldn't be in Europe for one of the three(?) performances of "We're in This Together." And I guess I'm a little sad I never got to see "The Collector," "Please," "Into the Void," or (my newly accepted love), "Meet Your Master," but whatever. What you should take away from this paragraph is, I'm still missing a chunk of things I'd have loved to have heard. But that's mostly my fault for not going to see more live shows. This past tour has allowed me to hear so much excellent stuff I thought I never would, what the fuck kind of person would I be if I complained?
3. Listening to someone whine is worse than listening to someone's teeth click together as they bite through your nipple, severing it from your torso.
4. This thread seems to be 85% whining.
5. This explains why I was lamentably astonished to find that the random ETS users I met at this show shocked me by being affable, appreciative, gracious, perspicacious, and enthusiastic about whatever was going to be played. There are actually some seriously chill and appreciative NIN fans out there and I hope Trent realizes this. We're not all assholes who throw wads of chewed gum at him while he's thanking us for supporting him (whoever that was was hopefully cut into ribbons by a subway last night).
6. Thanks to everyone from the band to the aforementioned ETSers who made this experience possible for me. I'd have to get maudlin to explain what it meant for me to be there. So we'll leave it at "great fucking show, fuck yeah!"
* Okay, one complaint: The very cranky blonde girl behind me for much of the show had dreadlocks that felt like sandpaper wrapped around bullwhips and abraded the hot and sensitive skin of everyone who had the misfortune of smashing into her (which happened a lot, thanks to a ripple effect from the aggressive middle of the pit). And that only really annoyed me because she--in the middle of the fucking floor--was complaining about how "disgusting" and sweat-drenched everyone else was. I mean really, in the best ACed building, the floor folks are going to be gross and sweaty. How would you not see that one coming?