Figured I'd give some more details on our day in The Queen City.
We left Greenville around noon and took our time making our way up I-85 (stopped in Gaffney for a few minutes, Starbucks for an iced tea, etc.). We weren't expecting to get front & center rail or anything like that, so we were just gonna enjoy the day. We got to the venue ~3 pm and saw that all the parking lots seemed to be blocked off/closed, but we were like "F that" and just drove over the side of the road, through a very shallow ditch, into the parking area. Ah, the perks of driving a gas-guzzling SUV...horrible, I know, but it
really came in handy in this situation.
We hung around in the sun with a guy we met from Pennsylvania who had a super rough trip down - a tanker had blown up in front of him on the freeway somewhere closer to PA! Apparently some drag racers + tanker = really bad fuckin' day. He was a nice guy though, and he let us know that everyone was (at that point) standing in the wrong line to pick up pre-sale tix. So we went over and started the line at the blue tent. We asked the guy setting up if it was okay and told him we were just going to shoot the shit, no pressure or anything. He seemed cool with it.
A few other people in line weren't cool with it, but like I said on p.1 -
their problem,
not mine. As it turns out, I've gotten a few PMs from people who said that these jerks told them stories along the same lines trying to get them to relinquish their good spot in line...but the story changes a little with each telling. So it turns out, "Pigtails," "Funbags," and "Short Shit," as I've dubbed them, were just lying their little asses off for their own selfish gain. Tsk tsk!
Once we got through the bullshit with the line bullies, the rain arrived. Jon and I were lucky enough to have brought ponchos, which we let as many people as we could fit crowd under them - looked kinda dirty, but nothing going on under the poncho, I promise (LOL). Eventually, someone came out and said they'd be letting us in to go stand at the North entrance. This was during soundcheck, so we could hear NIN performing "Banged and Blown Through," "In This Twilight," etc. and it was amazing. I was so pumped by then, it was insane. I got a green Wave Goodbye t-shirt, but I'm afraid to wear it b/c I almost want to save it forever...haha. I'll just be selective about wearing it I guess. It's too good not to show off.
We waited at the north entrance for a good 40 minutes or more before a big dude who I assume was the infamous JT (tall, pretty scary, lots of facial hair?) came around and gave us all a talking to about not running on our way to the pit. I think most people actually sorta listened to him, amazingly enough. When we finally got moving, flashed our pink armbands, and entered the pit, I COULD NOT BELIEVE how lucky I was to get such a great spot. There were three girls on the rail, right in front of me and I kinda wedged in a little spot behind and in between two of them and just kept that spot the whole time. I wasn't hanging over the rail "on the rail," but I was in a perfect spot nonetheless and could see every faint little facial expression that any of the guys made. It was aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamazing.
SSSC was incredible. We already put their new album that comes out tomorrow on order on our Amazon.com account. I am so excited for that - I will definitely be seeing them the next time they're anywhere near Greenville. Every member of the band was entertaining in their own way, but of course Tom and Boots were the standouts. I loved how Boots just goes off on a tangent to distract while Tom and the tech guy were working out the technical difficulties. I felt so bad for Tom, but they sounded amazing regardless of whatever issues were going on behind the scenes.
When Perry's wife came out on stage, my husband was like "Is that Mariqueen?" LOL...I cleared it up for him, but it was pretty hilarious. And also, I have to say: Mrs. Farrell, who I was not really even aware of before Friday night, was really taking her dignity into her own hands gyrating in
that lowcut of an outfit. She pulled it off, but sheesh, I was worried for her for a minute there! She was a gutsy girl!
Nine Inch Nails was the be-all end-all of the day (of course), and they did not disappoint. Seeing the Fragile played live signaled something like the end of an era for me. These days, I am so much healthier (mentally and physically) than I once was, and I remember how that song was always an almost "theme song" for me - I wanted to find someone that was going to keep me from falling apart. Well, I did, but that didn't save me. In just the last 2 years or so, I've really recovered from an unhealthy state of mind and cleared my head of some major issues...and I realize now that it was never about finding someone else who was going to keep me from falling apart. It was about getting to a point where I couldn't let MYSELF fall apart. So hearing that song and seeing Trent sing it and just closing that chapter of my life that began at age 15 and being 25 now...it was emotional to say the least. I cried a little b/w NIN and JA's set, telling it to my husband and making him understand how that felt. It was really just a special thing to finally hear that song. Awe-inspiring.
Robin was cracking me up the whole show. He always seems to be having fun, but there was a looseness and a relaxed nature to him Friday night that just made him even more fun to watch (if that's possible).
I met so many wonderful people Friday - Capt. Molotov, Reznorgasm, etc. and really just could not have asked for a better way to end my time as a NIN concert-goer.
I hope and pray that after several years goes by, maybe TR will do a series of acoustic-type or club shows. I would go no matter what - nine month pregnant, even. I'm a fan for life. It may be a lofty dream, but I hope TR can see past all the drama and bullshit and really absorb and fully comprehend the way he has touched so many of us through his music. I am a stronger person today because of his music and I will always be so thankful to him for putting the way I felt about so many confusing things into beautiful words for me (and all his other fans). Thanks, Trent! We will miss you!