I don't know about you, but I've HAD IT with this Avril Lavigne shit. She's "okay" but it's time to get back to what made this site great...YOU KNOW WHO I MEAN. Besides, I've received something VERY COOL in the WTC inbox and simply must share.
Although The Old Man's been really quiet lately, it seems he's been making a LOT of progress on the Year Zero movie. He's been working extensively with visionary auteur Terry Gilliam and some very impressive A-LISTERS. Here's a sneak preview, just for WTC readers...
and dinosaur themed party
hats! Oh My! Why
this means a special
someone’s big day has arrived!
Happy Birthday, Trent!
You turn 42
this year. Here’s some fun facts in
case you didn’t know.
You are five hundred
and four months OR two thousand
one hundred ninety
one weeks old. You know
my Mom still refers to my
age this way. Does yours?
You have now reached
the maximum enlistment
age for the Army
but since you're siding
with the Resistance it's not
really a problem.
Sadly there are no
that taste worth a damn
under fourty two
calories. But splurge. It’s your
birthday after all.
sings you Happy Birthday in
lady voice. So cute!
Best wishes from the crew at
[Review text by maise, AWESOME videos by Iris--check out all links, they're worth it!]
Well, friends, for reasons I will explain shortly, I'm still MORTALLY OFFENDED by Gabriel, the so-called revolutionary, and I WILL have my revenge, but first things first. Let's go back to happier days, shall we? Days when the WTC'ers admired elaborate cream-colored Baroque buildings, when we conquered yet another European public transportation system, when we were charmed by every Austrian we met, when Gabriel inadvertently ordered white sausages and discovered that they were good, when I finally lived my personal European dream and ate Apfelstrudel in Vienna...sigh. [Would anyone in Vienna like to adopt me? I can speak German halfway decently, and I will work for pastry. Schicken Sie mir eine Email, bitte!]
On our second day in this lovely city, we were concerned about Dierdre, who was suffering from a migraine (and having suffered through a migraine while riding on a train from Rome to Pompeii, I can assure you that being in an exciting European location does not make this condition any easier to endure), and we were a bit baffled by Trent's performance the evening before. Although from where I was sitting, the 3/29 show sounded perfect, those down in the pit were concerned that Trent's performance was rather mechanical and half-hearted. Well, we now know that there happened to be a number of upsetting personal issues for Trent that could have contributed to this perception, but since we weren't aware of any of these, we just blamed the whole thing on Rob Sheridan and his nefarious Trentbot, which we presumed he invented after the real Trent fell into a coma and was hidden somewhere in an underground vault in Iceland. Trentbot, you see, would keep the NIN machine going in Trent's absence and would ensure that Rob could continue to get laid. That was the theory, anyway. We found the idea of another Trentbot performance distressing, but we hoped for the best as we rode the U-Bahn to the Gasometer that evening.
I need to give props to whoever transformed the Gasometer from an actual gas tank into a mall/concert venue. The acoustics are (to my untrained ghostly ear) fantastic, and the security staff could not be any more efficient and polite. They detected every lit cigarette in the crowd and ensured its extinguishment, and if anyone was causing trouble in the pit, he/she was hoisted out immediately. If you asked them questions, you received a considerate answer. I didn't even feel manhandled during my pat-down on the way in and was complimented on my German on top of it. Delightful! The venue is small and intimate, and even when we arrived perhaps only half an hour or so before the show, we could still get close to the stage. In fact, the only thing keeping me from being only a few rows away from Trent was my claustrophobia. So on 3/30, I was hanging out by the sound board, approximately 10 feet away from Rob Sheridan most of the evening, who is kind of shorter and skinnier than I had imagined. It actually was kind of interesting to observe all the work going on at the sound board, but since you're more interested in video footage of Trent with a tambourine, I'll move on.
The evening began, of course, with Ladytron, who really impressed me on both nights. Previously, I had only been aware of their music via this fanfiction horror, but even then, I wondered, "Who does this catchy song?" There is a part of me that wishes I were a member of Ladytron, with an impenetrable coolness and a super-cute bob, but alas! That will never be me. Give me a moment to weep over my messy house, tedious day-job with looming deadlines, and the 10 pounds I need to lose pronto.
Okay. On to NIN! Check out the setlist, everyone! It was VERY exciting to hear so much from The Downward Spiral, especially "Heresy" and "The Becoming," (see below) both of which I had always wanted to hear live. Check out Trent busting out the um...electric coconut for "Piggy." There was a funny moment for me personally, as during the major Downward Spiral portion of the setlist at the beginning of the show, I saw the guys at the soundboard literally run out of the room with some computer screen. They returned during "Last," so I thought to myself, "Oh no, the Trentbot must have gotten stuck in Downward Spiral-mode!"
But luckily for us, Trentbot was nowhere to be found, and we got the REAL Trent Reznor, in all of his fist-fucking glory. Those who were in the pit said that the difference between the shows on 3/29 and 3/30 was like night and day, which is heartening news. One would hate to think that Trent was mortally afflicted with ennui. Other highlights for me that night included "Last," "Mr. Self Destruct," and "Get Down, Make Love." Oh, and I totally enjoyed inappropriate WHOO-ing during "La Mer." What is with that? Makes me wonder if back in the day, there were those who heard the first notes of the "Moonlight Sonata" and screamed, "WHOOOO! OMG, LUDWIG, I LOVE YOU! C-SHARP MINOR, YEAH!"
Unfortunately, Trent is still encouraging dorky clapping during "March of the Pigs."
So, yeah. We were rocked. We were rocked hard. Oh, and JR? Gabriel had to buy a new shirt afterwards because his was completely soaked through with l'orangerie sweat. I'm sure if you had asked, he could have wrung his shirt out into your open, waiting mouth and then slapped you in the face with it a couple of times. Oh, but you weren't there, were you? Pity.
I shall leave you all with what you all REALLY want--footage of Trent rocking the fucking tambourine like the naughty girl's Davy Jones. Enjoy!
Yeah, yeah; we're a bunch of procrastinating bastards (and by we, I mean me), but sometimes real life drama calls. And other times there are huge political arguements that you just don't want to disrupt because somebody's decided they want to "stand for something" all of a sudden (here's something to try -- stand for updating my 'about' page, douchebag). But the dust has settled, and some WTC European Vacation retrospection is being worked on once again -- as a token of good faith, this bit of teaser clip will let you know what's coming next.
Now if you've read any of my other concert reviews you know I'm always entertained by at least one roadie and the shows we saw back on March 29th and 30th in Vienna, Austria were no exception. As we all know, before every show there's a batallion of slovenly men that set up the equipment for the band before they play. This is nothing new, we've seen it all before. But this time around, they seemed to have a rather strange system in place for setting up the light and mic placement for one particular angry midget...