Best thing I noticed about this show (in stark contrast with the 5 big arena shows I've seen, especially in my Oakland hometown): when you're dealing with a tiny contingent of fucking hardcore NIN folks, everyone is really respectful and focused on the show. No catcalls during Hurt, no bro-types elbowing their way through the pit after 3 songs to deliver beers to their girlfriends just in time for them to go crazy during Closer ("Oh Em Gee I know this one!! I wanna fuck you with an animal!").
There were even little subdivisions in the pit -- after an hour of intensity in the front ten feet, I stepped back a little into an oasis of calm.
Also, almost every single damn person seemed to be able to sing every single word. Amazing. Simply could not have asked for a better crowd on any level (except for the douches that tried to line jump us and got shut down by everyone within 20 feet).
You guys rule! Thanks for my favorite NIN show ever.
Also:
gardenia_spectre wrote: An aside about the line waiting to get into this show - the guy behind me (wearing a Ghosts shirt) affably asked "Is this line for the Jonas brothers?". I replied, "No, it's for Billy Squier." He had no idea what I was talking about.
I'm young, gimme a break!
