Get Old. Grow Fat.

I'm getting old. Not in the body - still built like Adonis; but in my mind I'm not the spry twenty-something I pretend to be. No . . . suburbia has worn me down. How do I know? I had tickets to the Nine Inch Nails show last Tuesday and I didn't want to go. It seemed like such a chore. I knew it would be a great show. I knew Trent would rock out like there was no tomorrow (even though the show was in Toledo, at the Sports Arena and there really was a show the next day in Fort Wayne). I knew this yet I wasn't excited. I should have been, I've been following NIN for almost half of my life, but I wasn't. I went anyway, though, marveled at the genius that is the parking situation at the Sports Arena, waded through "the best Toledo has to offer" who also like NIN (but I wished they didn't) and witnessed a very solid performance from Trent and Co.

Nine Inch Nails didn't fail to bring the fury and they even managed to surprise me in a couple places. Some of the highlights included a hardcore version of my favorite "I'm angry, I want to smash things" NIN song "Burn," a funky version of "Closer" and they even pulled out their cover of Joy Division's "Dead Souls" from The Crow soundtrack (yeah, NIN was ripping off Joy Division long before it was cool to rip off Joy Division). Plus Trent showed off his political side and took a few shots at Bush.

I'm glad I went but this suburban mentality will be the death of me.

Stuff to Sample: From The Crow soundtrack "Dead Souls" and from the NIN show in Fresno, CA. last year, the funkier version of "Closer"