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I’ve been a NIN fan since I was 11, I have never been any other concerts prior cause seriously I don’t think it worth going to concert that I just feel deep down is not going to faze me, and especially if you’re from Malaysia you may probably get me spot on with the sentiment I just shared about concerts. NIN concert need I say more, there is nothing mediocre about the experience. It should be on the list of bands to see before you die.
And since I’ve had the chance to experience NIN, to see it was sensory overdrive and so much so I doubt I will be able to go to any other concert (even I do go it will be to shake of the memory of this one) after this cause my expectations have been sky rocketed which I doubt any other live band after this will be able to reach. Yea perhaps if I could see MJ live that would be in the NIN gratify pleasure zone but since he’s just as dead as Ian Curtis I guess we can over look this point of no return. Everything about the concert was worth it, the budget that burned a hole in my finance, lack of sleep, the building fever, lost in Singapore before the concert and finally the NIN. I walked out the concert without a fever but I lost my voice.
It’s really nice to see that I’m not the only one feeling the degree of accumulated gratefulness in having the chance to see NIN live and going through post NIN syndrome of depression and mundaness of everyday life. The jagged detachness of all things by days among life. Boredom.
Since the NIN concert in Singapore, I can’t seem to shake of the effect, I find myself like some depraved junkie going through all the usual symptoms of withdrawals and more depression who’s got to get his fix-- more NIN concert, I was secretly hoping he stop by Malaysia (hahaha as silly as that sounds). I’m really envious to those who got to meet Trent in person, it’s a chance of a lifetime and I’m sure you will treasure the memory to your graves. The day after the concert, I was so pumped out I had to write it out a honest heartfelt letter or fan mail somehow I wondered and hoped that Trent would come to notice, well hoped but not so hopeless yet. I’ve got a poem too, but I will send it in only if I finish it. Anyway I’m going to post this non-edit letter so you guys can see and maybe even tell me if I can send this in and where.
Come to think of it, this would be a good place to start a petition for the next NIN concert which I don’t know when, but hey Trent will have to take notice that he’s badly wanted at Singapore. The concert was larger than life; it has changed my life or me in some ways.
Yeah so who’s up for a petition?
To Trent and fellow members of Nine Inch Nails
11/09/2009
After the show you did last night at Singapore, returning back home to Malaysia I find myself at a sort of a loss, like in a pathetic way thinking that my life has been fulfilled and that I’m wondering what I’m doing here or what I should do next. I wake up from a 3 hour sleep to the next day perfectly alert and wide eyed laying in wait on what I should do next, reviewing the memories of a concert THAT BLEW ME AWAY. Well you blew everybody away at Singapore. I’m not sure why I’m writing this and I don’t know if you will ever get to read this or I may just scrape it off and knock myself silly thinking this was stupid. But I’ve got this terrible urge to write this, to express my joy of the show and to the band and secretly hope that you will get to read this. I don’t know what was it about the concert that felt larger than life, was it cause in South east Asia we are fucking deprived of good solid rock acts or that it WAS A BIG DEAL cause Nine Inch Nails was playing or that it’s the last Tour.
A Wave Goodbye tour, a GOODBYE to everything fucking decent that your music has brought to the scene- -to the world. To the relative fact to me THIS WAS GOOD FUCKING ART. It’s up there with the other real ones. I can understand if you want to take a hiatus or that you felt that you didn’t want your art to be cheapen, to be normalize as just another piece of commodity art in mainstream pop culture. That you would want it to supersede itself to become more than just that, your work to take a life of its own and to be entrenched into our cultural landscape global or local. To be always relevant, timeless, damn that’s art expression at its highest for me I think.
This might just be ramblings of an individual recovering from a pleasant shock you might think, but at least you know how much you and your band have atone us with amazement and wonderment. Dude, my friend told me you made him cry throughout the show believe it or not. I shed tears of joy once I was back in my pad and on my bed before I closed my eyes. You may or may have not seen me in the mass of crowd, but I was fucking mad hopper whenever the music kicked on overdrive and I think in the middle row I was like jumping up the highest, man, either with hands, fingers or fist up. I screamed the lyrics till I lost my voice. And maybe possibly you may have heard us when me and my buddy screamed for an encore performance for Getting Smaller but the rendition of Hurt was a much better choice that closed the night with adoration, love and goodbyes for now.
Trent, dude, man, We love you and we love Nine Inch Nails. If and when you do get yourself back to playing tours again, and I know I speak for the rest of the Nine inch nails fans who reside in South east asia. Dude, come back and play for us again. I wish you much success in all your future endeavors and projects. Personally I’ve always felt you had the Midas touch, and I’m not sure if it’s your good taste or that it’s just you. This isn’t just another fan mail, it’s my attempt to shake your hand with both hands and say “Thank you, and how do you do it? Take care and God Bless.
Your fan
HP,Malaysia
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