A Disease Called AH(NIN)
Nine Inch Nails was fantastic last night. Now had I known that cameras would be allowed, I would have brought a decent camera. I did not want to go through the trouble of having my camera confiscated, but I had no idea that security wouldn’t frigging mind. So because I don’t have pictures of my first and last NIN concert, I had to yoink this one and improvise. Not quite the same (Trent Reznor is so much more awesome up close, trust me), but you get the picture.
Most of the songs they played were new stuff (that I’ve heard but didn’t pay much attention to), but they did play some songs from The Downward Spiral, so that was layers and layers of awesome. They also played I’m Afraid of Americans and Dead Souls, which were already more than enough to make me happy. And all this I experienced from a really, really good seat. There were some morons who seemed to be in the wrong concert (you don’t bellydance and undulate your arms in a NIN concert. You fucking bang your head), but last night’s show was still plenty awesome. Like, awesome awesome awesome awesome awesome.
Still not over it. Squeeeee! Awesome.
