Eh.
Maybe it was because I was sick. Maybe it was because I knew the next day was going to be stressful and I wouldn't be getting much sleep. Maybe it was because I loathed the opening acts. I dunno.
First off, I have no clue who the first act was. It was two guys who seemed to have their music all pre-recorded and loud. And they mumbled through their name "We're....blah blah blah blah blah 1979 from Toronto!" Umm...okay...I have a headache. Next came Queens of the Stone Age. Now I know a lot of people really like them, but for the life of me, I just can't get into them. They played for way too long and the lead singer was an arrogant jerk. Right before they played the last song, they said, "We're Queens of the Stone Age" and apparently, some guy up front yelled, "And you suck!" This lead the lead singer into a five minute diatribe about fucking the guy's mother. Yeah, mother jokes are so cool. Get over it, dickslap.
In between acts, we were treated to the sound of white trash discussing President Bush's upcoming trip to the area and how ridiculous it is to buy a $6 beer.
Then NIN came on. They had this big curtain around them and all you saw were shadows at first. Very cool. Trent Reznor is so hot. I don't even care that he has a small penis. I'd fuck him anyway (sorry, Paul). And his voice! Then they raised the curtain during March of the Pigs and it got stuck. When my next husband sang "But doesn't it make you feel better?" he then said, "You know what would make me feel better? Getting the guy whose job it is to raise the curtain and punching him in the fucking face." Okay. I guess we have some rage issues. They played more stuff..."Wish," "Closer," etc. etc. Then they put the curtain back down and showed some creepy graphic kind of stuff like they usually do. I still don't get why all you freaks insist on dropping acid at these shows. I'd end up ripping my brain out of my head. But it was cool. They later played "Hurt" and "Only." Finally they finished with "Head Like a Hole" and even the dorky security guy was rocking out. The only thing that bothered me about the whole set (except, of course, for my sinuses) was that they didn't play "Heresy," which is my favorite.
I slept most of the way back home. Then I took off for Newark to fly out of my trip. I felt really really young telling all the people at work what I did the night before, especially when they kept saying, "I can't believe you were at the nine inch heels concert last night!"
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