It's been over a week, I can't put it off anymore. I'm in NIN withdrawal, and I have to cope with my look back at the show.
I typed a few things out when I got to the apartment after the show, but I know I probably forgot a lot of stuff. And so, night two...
Woke up with only my neck being sore from headbanging the night before. Laced up my boots, grabbed the second bag of corn starch, and headed out. On the way to the train, my totally awesome friend that I was staying with and I walked through a farmer's market. We got to try all kinds of delicious salsas, and got a container of habanero salsa, then stopped and bought some chips. Which we later ate with fries donated by the awesome people infront of us in line. Later on, got hungry again, and tried something that my friend had the day before. Corn in a cup. It was VERY interesting. For those of you who did not try this either night, it goes as follows:
spatula of butter-like-spread
ear of corn cut off the cob
squeeze of butter-like-squeeze-stuff
sprinkle of what looked like some kind of weird cheese
an inconsistent sprinkle cyan pepper (mine had twice as much as my friend's)
$1.75
A few little "inside jokes" shared with my new friends in line: bike with a dildo for a seat, they cleaned up the homos (meant hobos). Oh, and when people thought they wouldn't let me in with corn starch on because they'd think it was anthrax. Seriously? That was funny.
I had some company with the corn starch saturday. First a few people came over to meet me and have a good ol corn starch party. Apparently standing behind the truck wasn't far enough away, and what my friend described as "not even dust, just like, if someone was smoking a few people away" floated toward a few people in line, that proceeded to bitch at us and brush non-visable cornstarch smoke off themselves. So, I apologized, and we moved to the middle of the street. Whatever.
Then, I saw some girls further up in line that told me they were going to do the cornstarch yesterday, and seeing me do it (not sure if they meant that day, or the day before) gave them the courage to. I remember one of them, from their avatar on their ETS badge, was she_shines. I'm so glad I got to meet you guys, and thanks again for holding my spot while I went to get a shirt! Karma definitely payed you back and gave you Robin's water bottles! Oh, and that tank top, wtf that's not a large! If I had no chest it would have fit. No love for the big breasted girls... Oh, speaking of clothes, I wore my hoodie that I wore to my first ever NIN show to my last (ever?) NIN show. It was a nice full-circle thing for me.
Mew was... interesting? Not really my style, and from my perspective nobody really got into them at all. Visuals were trippy surreal through, I did love that. Cats playing violins running toward bears playing violins and tigers in dresses. Sad to say, more interesting than watching the band.
Opening with Home was nice. I got it once on the NIN|JA tour, and would have preferred Now I'm Nothing or Mr Self Destruct (how he opened my first show), but Home is really nice. The Beginning of the End! I had never seen it before, and it was great! Into Survivalism! I love getting as much YZ as possible. Heresy one more time, one of my favorites, I'm so glad they played it at my last show. When Piggy started up, I thought maybe I'd get another Piggy moment like I did at my first show, and Trent'd come down to the audience. Nope, but still liked hearing it again. Highlight of night two, easy. RUINER! One of the few songs I longed to hear, finally, finally got Ruiner! With Robin! I'm Afraid of Americans was great, wished David Bowie would come out and join them, but I knew he wouldn't be there. Full La Mer was great, better than the half version that led into Into The Void on the summer WT tour. NOTHING could have prepared me for Right Where It Belongs (v2)! And hearing everyone sing along, and even do the "ooo ooo OOOoooo..." at the end... that HAS to make it to DVD. I get chills just remembering it. Then The Way Out Is Through, perfect follow up. Mr. Self Destruct, the first song I ever got live. I got another full-circle feeling. Again, Robin owned that song so much more than Aaron. The Good Solider, yay more YZ, then Dead Souls WITHOUT Peter!

Then, oh god, he came back. Worse than the night before. Reptile. Ok, Peter, last chance to redeem... and you fail. Right away! Between repeating lines that were written on the floor (you were READING them, how do you still mess up after 3 times and while you READ THEM OFF THE FLOOR?!) and coming in way too early... he just... my boner didn't just go away, it fucking fell off and rotted on the floor. I actually got so bored when they moved on to the "let's play songs a small percentage of the people here will even know, let alone want to see" portion of the show, I realized I couldn't straighten my left leg out. I reached down (because the crowd was so not into it, I could actually do this, even though I was ON THE RAIL directly in front of Robin) and felt that the back of my knee had swollen up so much it pulled on my skin when I tried to straighten my knee. I had to make a choice, and I still kinda wish I hadn't done what I did. I could either stand there, in increasing pain and panic, during who knows how many Peter Murphy songs, then rock out for THTF/HLAH/Hurt and not be sure what was wrong with my knee, or go to the medical tent and miss 3 songs I've gotten at every show. But, it's my last NIN show, do I really want to miss the end of my LAST NIN show? I worried about something being broken, so I walked through the crowd to the medical area. My other knee was starting to swell, so I felt like I did the right thing. Apparently I had a really bad brush burn kinda deal going on, and the skin was very raw. I held a makeshift ice pack on the back of my left knee, just in time for THTF to start up. The other two people in the medical area, along with an increasing number of stage crew members and fans watching the show started watching me, as I rocked out just as hard sitting there holding the icepack as I would if I had stayed on the rail in front of Robin. HLAH came on, and I even held my free hand up in the air during the bow down part, kept headbanging and singing along. At this point, all of the stage crew on that side of the stage had either looked at me for a few seconds, or full-on watched me. I had almost as much fun over there as I would have on the floor. Hurt came on, and I wanted to badly to be back where I had been. Call me emo, but I connect so deeply with that song, and I knew it would be the last I ever heard live... I sang along, holding back tears the whole song.
After the show, I bandaged the ice pack to my knee was was off to find my friend that I was there with (and staying with, so I NEEDED to meet back up with her) along the rail. The show was well over, they were done throwing things from the stage, and even still... this one woman... oh god...
all the rage that I usually expel during THTF/HLAH was still there, and she knew how to set it off. I saw my friend, she didn't see me yet, and I was trying to catch up to her before she started walking around looking for me. So, hobbling along, I get to this woman that was standing a good 2 feet from the rail, with people behind her getting ready to leave (it was a pain in the ass trying to get out of that venue!) So, I explain "excuse me, I'm trying to get to my friend over there, who I am traveling with." and go to step around her, in front of her, where there's 2 feet of space. She EXPLODES on me, telling me not to try to get fucking in front of her. As if Trent was about to come down and give her his shirt and she thought I was trying to take it from her. I explain again "I'm not trying to get in front of you, I'm going
beside you, right there." I point to my friend, who then sees me and comes over toward me. "I'm just going over to where she is to leave together." More bitching at me, and trying to keep me from simply walking around her. I get past her, stand next to her, slightly further back from the rail and say "see, NEXT TO you, was that so hard?" She walks up toward the rail (while security is telling everyone to leave) and tells me to fuck off. I had it. I turn around, without missing a beat, and say in my angry voice (I know, it sounds funny, but when I get pissed off I have a much deeper, my friends agree very scary, voice) "YOU fuck off, bitch!" She shuts up, turns away, and leaves.
Other than her, I met some awesome people both nights in Chicago, and if anyone remembers me, get at me!
My friend got a shot of me in line:
