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.
My trip to Chicago started off rocky. Bus from Buffalo to Cleveland was packed so much I had to have my bags between my feet, while some lady slept against me. Put on Ghosts and tried to sleep, got an hour or so. Cleveland to Chicago bus filled up with reboarding passengers, so they were going to send an express bus "as soon as the bus pulls out". 45 minutes later, a bus pulls in, 10 minues later, we get on, 20 minutes later, we finally leave for Chicago. Somehow we made up time, and then some, as I woke up a few minutes before we got to the Chicago exit, around 9.
So, not too bad so far. Plus, a couple on the bus were NIN fans and jealous that I was going to the shows. But then, oh god.
Got to the train station, planning on buying a 3-day pass for $14. Didn't realize you can't buy them at the train stations (wtf, can't buy a train pass at the train station!) I could only put money on a card. Sure, that'd be ok, if I had anything less than a $20 on me. So after what felt like a half hour of freaking out trying to get change for a $20 (somehow nobody had any money, according to them) I finally got change from a parking garage. Woo!
I figured out the bus lines, and the map, and successfully traveled 2 lines and walked a few blocks to my friend's aunt's apartment. My awesome friend. My totally BFF. Like, totally.
So we head out, on our GRAND ADVENTURE TO GO SEE NIN! Ok, less grand adventure, and more train to the venue.
I remember a few things from waiting in line. Like our friends behind us that went to the "hot dog" vendor across the street and came back with two cups. "They're not hot dogs." Oh god, 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
I put on my corn starch a bit early the first night, as some of it had already come off by the time we went in.
We got to see a live episode of cops across the street, but they let them go. Booo!
So, we get in, and the girl infront of me feeds me this line how she was there in line since 4 yesterday. Now, the person in the front of the nin.com presale line told us they were there at, I think it was 7? Anyhow, nowhere near 4. So yeah, you didn't have to lie about being there when nobody was there. You also didn't have to threaten everyone around you that they'd be in some serious pain if they try to get your rail. And glare at everyone as if we were plotting to push you out of the way and make out with the rail where you're standing, just to piss you off. But the girl next to her, with the pink/purple hair, you were cool. You like a band's art director a bit much, but you were cool.
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.
Fast-forward to NIN, becuase that's what the 11 hour bus trip and 6-7 hours of sitting outside was for.
Pinion, Wish, LAST. Holy fuck, everyone swore "this is it, we're getting Broken!" If only. Happiness in Slavery is one of my very favorite songs. Not going to complain though, I got to see Last, and it was fucking killer!
Oh. My. God. When they started playing The Frail, I was so nervous. Now, people, keep in mind: I have heard The Frail 2 times before. First time, into Closer. Which I half expected, because he did that almost every time on LITS tour. Then, NIN|JA, I got so excited, but then it went into Metal. The Wretched is my #1 favorite song, I connect to it, it's my fucking s/n just about everywhere (starting with The Spiral/nin.com). As Trent played the last notes, so slowly, I got so excited. Maybe I'll finally get to see it. I heard Ilan counting down with his sticks (I think that's what I heard) and I KNEW I'd finally get The Wretched. It was beautiful. I sang and screamed along, I probably cried. It was the most epic thing I had ever experienced. I could die happy. Someone could kill me right then and there and I'd be happy. But the list of awesomeness was not over, and a few songs later, Banged and Blown Through. If only Saul had come out to join, but it was still wonderful. Non-Entity was another great high point. I saw it on the summer WT tour, but I only got one show, and I was in a seat. I just can't feel the song in a seat the way I can on the floor. It was beautiful. Robin, thank you. You made that song so much better. And into Gone, Still? Then Lights In The Sky?! This kind of stuff makes me long for a Still-esque tour so bad. Eraser into Downward Spiral was so great, even though I had heard them both before, the chills...
Down In It. Fuck yes Down In It. Felt like NIN came full-circle. Back to where it all began for the last shows.
But then... then HE showed up. I didn't care as much because they did Dead Souls, he didn't ruin it. Still, I love Dead Souls, and would have much rather they played that before Peter "SURPRISED" everyone and joined them on stage. I must say, as soon as Trent introduced him, my boner went away. And as much as I love a good scream-and-thrash during THTF/HLAH, that boner just couldn't get back up.
FYI, I lost it during Hurt, and cried. I'll admit it.
I am excited about this footage, because not only will I get to re-live my last 2 shows, but Robin's camera guy kept pointing the camera at me. I hope they release the raw footage.
After the show, we stopped at Burrito Mexicano (I think that's what it was called, right below the red line) and got THE BEST burrito I've ever had.
