The_Prowler
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Sludge_Factory posted:Trent Reznor The Quietus interview
posted:I've beat myself up over the years and I need to try new things, I need to push myself, I need to break the machine, I need to step away from things that feel comfortable to me, and I think I'm still deep in the process of trying that. In the last few years I've tried to put a focus on not just repeating the touring cycle process endlessly, trying and working in different contexts. I tried the film scoring world to see what that was like, and I found that there's great things about it and there's terrible things about it. Working with different bands - the thing with [Dr.] Dre will reveal itself pretty soon, it's not a physical product, it's a platform that feels like it - it was a real challenge to come up with that. Will it work? It may, it may not. But it's something that's a puzzle for me to solve, in and of itself challenging, and it's utilising some skills I have in an unfamiliar and unsafe half of my safety zone kind of way, and it's been interesting. I tried writing a TV show for HBO and it failed, but we tried! It was scary and uncomfortable and lots of meetings, and it thrust me into something that was unfamiliar and it didn't always work.
This doesn't sound promising 
I like to imagine Trent sitting at his desk, trying to write ideas for plot and dialogue on a notepad. As his frustration and anger mount, he stands up from his chair, grabs the pile of papers and notes from the desk and throws them into the trash can in an angry huff. He stands there, beaten, staring at his failed attempt at bringing his baby to the screen. As his initial rage dies down, a depressed melancholy overtakes his mind. His shoulders slump, his head sags, and a soft muttering escapes his pouting lips...
"I tried, and I gave up... I tried, and I gave up..."
His wife walks by the door, and hearing her husband mumbling to himself, peeks her head through the door to investigate.
"Honey," she says, inquisitively. "What are you muttering about in here? I thought you were working on your script."
He turns his head, his face a picture of unfiltered sadness, a single tear running silently down his cheek. As he gazes at her, he looks to her face, then to the trash can, then back to his wife. He raises his arm, points to the discarded papers and says,
"I tried, And I GAVE UUUUUUUUP!!!!"
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