The Sound of Music--By R

Hookay, so we hit the last NIN concert last night and I was going to blog on it, but R felt the urge to put fingers to keyboard and give his version of the events that occurred last night. We share a brain, so I think he's got it covered. LOL

Nine Inch Nails--The end--I hope (for this year, anyway) LOLLOL

So, last night Bunny and I went to the 3rd (and final) Nine Inch Nails concert. And let me start by saying what a trooper Bunny is to endure these with me. NIN isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, and if you don’t like them, you REALLY don’t like them. So, thank you, Bunny for your support and understanding. I know there’s at least one Barry Manilow concert in my future.

So, we found our way down to our most excellent seats, and as it turned out, I think we read our ticket wrong. We were supposed to be in section 100, row H, seats 18 & 19. As it turned out we ended up in section SDA (surrounded by dipshits and assholes), row TMS (take my seat), seats IFDAWBYWC (In Front Of Dumb Asses Who Burn You With Cigarettes) and BTJWC (Behind Tall Jerks With Child).

The show was very good. Trent was his usual angry self, and the band just tore everything up (literally) as it should. In fact, it was SO good that several times I caught our self proclaimed NIN Hater, Dakota, mouthing the words with them. Picture it… the ex beauty queen singing along “Bow down before the one you serve… you’re going to get what you deserve…”. Classic.

But the real story of the night was all the morons around us. Dakota, who smokes like a chimney, was even choked up because of the dude behind us “sparkin up doobies” so big, the smoke was overwhelming. Though he was kind enough to offer us a hit (..we both declined cause we’re… well.. old). Meanwhile his girlfriend was also kind enough to burn BOTH of us at different times with her cigarette. We had seats, but she just couldn’t grasp the whole “personal space” thing.

In front of us was the Jerkweed family. These intellectual superstars thought it was cool to bring their 10 year old son to a concert where the band sings “I wanna fuck you like an animal”. The daughter, I presumed was in her early 20s, was all blonde, tan and cute, with her little belly shirt. But she was one of those girls that I’d be lucky if I could spend 10 minutes with, before I’d just want to choke her because she’s just that stupid. Her boyfriend was doing the drunk “I love you man” thing to the 10 year old, patting him on the head and slurring some jibberish at him repeatedly. Plus, he was tall, and he wouldn’t stand in one damn spot. Just when you thought you could see the stage, he’d move over and do the drunk bump and grind with his dimwit girlfriend.

Patience was definitely in short supply between the two of us. At one point, I had to switch seats with Dakota before she decided to go all Jersey on this poor girl next to her that bumped her while carelessly gyrating to the music. The thing is, we both admit that we’re a little bit old for this kind of thing. However I’ve always been like this at shows. I just want to sit and enjoy the show. Is that too much to ask???

In the end we escaped relatively unscathed, albeit with swollen ear drums, to live another day. So, it’s probably time to start working on those Huey Lewis / Chicago tickets, and planning ahead for a trip to see Barry. DC’s more than earned it. :)

~R – The NIN Champ
and Dakota--not feeling champ-like at all