Mmmm... Angsty Trentness
My inner teenager was almost as delighted as I was at the Nine Inch Nails concert last night. My friend and I, feeling lazy and hungry, passed on openers Death From Above 1979 (though I vow I will see them live at some point) and Queen Of The Stone Age in favour of Salad King Thai food.
The show itself was excellent. My chum had procured us wonderful floor tickets, which enabled to get nice and close without having to have our view obscured by the dolts who crowd-surfed during the slower numbers. We also made "friends" with some neighbours who were as aggressive with pushers-by (the ignorant clods who rudely shove by in their rush to get to the front) as we were. My friend even landed a couple of punches on the odd retreating back (go, Earl!).
Was delighted and a little misty-eyed over "Something I can Never Have" and a cover of "Dead Souls," but most of the show was comprised of the With Teeth material. Still. Quite good. Entertaining as expected. Better position that anticipated. And Trent's newly-cropped coif (or lack thereof)? Completely works for me.
There might have been a smattering of secret applause from our camp for Trent's biceps.
But combined with the after-party (just a busy night at a club, really) and a couple of bottles of Sol, it just turned into a late, late night. I'm pretty bagged. And my baby toes are in agony from being held captive by steel-toed Docs. Poor little guys.
"Flanders Fields" just played on radio. Time for silence.
The show itself was excellent. My chum had procured us wonderful floor tickets, which enabled to get nice and close without having to have our view obscured by the dolts who crowd-surfed during the slower numbers. We also made "friends" with some neighbours who were as aggressive with pushers-by (the ignorant clods who rudely shove by in their rush to get to the front) as we were. My friend even landed a couple of punches on the odd retreating back (go, Earl!).
Was delighted and a little misty-eyed over "Something I can Never Have" and a cover of "Dead Souls," but most of the show was comprised of the With Teeth material. Still. Quite good. Entertaining as expected. Better position that anticipated. And Trent's newly-cropped coif (or lack thereof)? Completely works for me.
There might have been a smattering of secret applause from our camp for Trent's biceps.
But combined with the after-party (just a busy night at a club, really) and a couple of bottles of Sol, it just turned into a late, late night. I'm pretty bagged. And my baby toes are in agony from being held captive by steel-toed Docs. Poor little guys.
"Flanders Fields" just played on radio. Time for silence.
posted by /hg | 10:31 a.m.
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