yeah so this is gonna cause a rift of some description but hey.
so i managed to call the tour manager and he got me two tix for the NIN show lastnight, and i guess having been blown away by them at alternative nation in 94 and touring with them in 2001 i was expecting more. but i'm just a jaded fuck.
they played a fucking great show and you couldn't ask for more solid playing and such a great overview of their songs spanning the entire career (inc the joy division track from the crow) and fuck me. it's not everybody who can pull over an entire side fill and crush a couple of mac lights and put their guitar into the monitor wedge and pummel their keyboard player in the face with a water bottle. it was a great show, but i wanted to relive that gig and have another few keys to add to my collection from trent's smashed keyboards and mic's thrown into lights and shit. and the whole downer stems from the fact that BRISBANE ENTERTAINMENT CENTRE IS SHITE TO WATCH A BAND AT. what was the deal with it being there? it licks arse now that festival hall is gone as it was a far superior venue than hordern or melbourne fest hall, but it could've slid into the new car interior of the convention centre.
yes, jaded is me. it was a great gig, but that venue licks it. that's what it's all stemming down to.
start posting your hatemail now:
this is what happened yesterday. i think it rates a further mention;
have you ever seen something that has stopped you in your tracks? made you want to call people and tell them you love them? made you think you should be more cautious?
well, i was just walking down the street and heard a shreik and looked to see what the woman with the pram was screaming at.
her partner must have been crossing the road when somebody was driving out of a blind T-intersection and whilst looking for traffic in the blind direction, failed to notice the pedestrians J-walking in the direction he was travelling. but this is the freaky bit. i happened to see the pedestrian get scooped up by the "bubble car"(new honda or daewoo or something small and round) and propelled a few meters forwards from the car and land on his feet.
"fuck!" i thought, i'm sure all the involved parties thought more/said more/ emptied more into their pants, when i heard the crying and noticed the feat that this gent just did through the trauma of it all. not just that he had manged to stay on his feet during the ordeal, but he was holding onto his toddler, and that must've been the one thing in his mind is to protect.
so i managed to call the tour manager and he got me two tix for the NIN show lastnight, and i guess having been blown away by them at alternative nation in 94 and touring with them in 2001 i was expecting more. but i'm just a jaded fuck.
they played a fucking great show and you couldn't ask for more solid playing and such a great overview of their songs spanning the entire career (inc the joy division track from the crow) and fuck me. it's not everybody who can pull over an entire side fill and crush a couple of mac lights and put their guitar into the monitor wedge and pummel their keyboard player in the face with a water bottle. it was a great show, but i wanted to relive that gig and have another few keys to add to my collection from trent's smashed keyboards and mic's thrown into lights and shit. and the whole downer stems from the fact that BRISBANE ENTERTAINMENT CENTRE IS SHITE TO WATCH A BAND AT. what was the deal with it being there? it licks arse now that festival hall is gone as it was a far superior venue than hordern or melbourne fest hall, but it could've slid into the new car interior of the convention centre.
yes, jaded is me. it was a great gig, but that venue licks it. that's what it's all stemming down to.
start posting your hatemail now:
this is what happened yesterday. i think it rates a further mention;
have you ever seen something that has stopped you in your tracks? made you want to call people and tell them you love them? made you think you should be more cautious?
well, i was just walking down the street and heard a shreik and looked to see what the woman with the pram was screaming at.
her partner must have been crossing the road when somebody was driving out of a blind T-intersection and whilst looking for traffic in the blind direction, failed to notice the pedestrians J-walking in the direction he was travelling. but this is the freaky bit. i happened to see the pedestrian get scooped up by the "bubble car"(new honda or daewoo or something small and round) and propelled a few meters forwards from the car and land on his feet.
"fuck!" i thought, i'm sure all the involved parties thought more/said more/ emptied more into their pants, when i heard the crying and noticed the feat that this gent just did through the trauma of it all. not just that he had manged to stay on his feet during the ordeal, but he was holding onto his toddler, and that must've been the one thing in his mind is to protect.
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Every time I've seen a band there I've walked away hating it. Shit shit SHIT!!!
And the final fucking insult is having to pay for parking when you've been made to drive all the way out to the middle of a goddamn mud pool and charged through the nose for it...
So yeah, I'm with you.
B xx