Good show! I was greatly worried that the band would be disappointed with the turnout and not provide an energetic experience -- there were about four completely empty sections at the far end of the arena -- but that turned out not to be the case. They seemed really fired up, and after the first three songs there were already a couple of broken guitars and tossed mics strewn about. Much more like the good ol' days (ala the Mr. Self-Destruct and Further Down the Spiral tours).
I was in the second row of the floor, in between TR and Aaron North. I had my hair all done up in knots, real pretty-like. We showed up early for rail action but couldn't squeeze our way in. Luckily, everyone around me was short...thanks for being inbred!
The floor had a lot of energy, which TR seemed to appreciate, but the overall vibe was surprisingly not very rough. There were a lot of folks in front that had no business down there, but that's nothing new. I suppose that if you fill the floor with enough 15-year-old 5'1" girls, it'll mellow out the crowd a bit. And hey, 15-year-old girls can be tough too (just ask the cuties that ruled the rail in front of me all night).
Set list sounds about right. I was glad to see some different songs played from when I last saw them in St. Paul. Starfuckers was fun, and as people on previous nights have mentioned, the band is playing the living shit out of the song right now. Very hard, very fast, very intense. Nice!
At one point late in the show, some surfer landed without warning right on my head, so I punched him in the nuts. When the floor crew pulled him out, I screamed "I hope you get AIDS!" And I meant it.
About halfway through the show, somebody pulled down my pants. I had planned for this contingency, however, and was wearing shorts underneath. Nonetheless, for the rest of the night I had to contend with my feet being bound together, but I did discover that there is a nice cool breeze flowing across the floor...
NIN played for about one hour and fifty minutes. I got splashed with water and Powerade via uncle Trent, which was nice (and delicious!). Didn't bring home any guitar parts this time, but you can't win 'em all. Had a hand on a water bottle near the end but it wasn't worth the fight.
About the guitars that Aaron smashes at the end of HLAH...they are always Squier strats (the cheap version of the Fender strat). This is the only song he uses one of these guitars for; I think they must have bought a pile of them just to destroy every night. Tonight, just like the one he used (and I caught) in St. Paul, the "Squier" label on the neck had been rubbed off, and the guitar body had been scratched up (to make it look mean and/or used). Now, I would be excited it they smashed an accordian at the end of the show, but wouldn't it be more rock and roll if he destroyed a Les Paul every night?
I guess they're growing wise in their old age. Can't say I blame them -- I wouldn't destroy a $2000 guitar every night either.
All in all, a lot of fun! I am not too sore today, and I don't have any wounds that won't heal soon, so hooray for me. Another fantastic show by NIN. At my age, I don't know how many more shows I will do on the floor...I'm getting a little old for that I'm afraid. Part of me will miss it, but part of me will be glad to have air to breathe, a beer to drink, and room to move.
Finally, to the cute girls standing in front of me all night: you're all pretty hot. Keep up the good work, call me when you turn 18.
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