If you were to live inside my 16 year old brain this day it would probably sound something like this "oh my god. oh my god. oh my god. oh my god. the day is finally here. I can't believe that tonight I get to see Trent...finally. What will he play? What will I wear? Can we get close to the stage? How will we get everyone from the balcony to the main floor? Oh my god. oh my god. oh my god. I get to see TTTRRREEEENNNNTTT RRRREEEZZZZNNNOOORR!!!!!"
At this time in my life there were very few bands, people, things that I liked more than I liked Trent Reznor and Nine Inch Nails. I had cut out pictures of Trent Reznor from magazines all over my room, NIN was written on all of my notebooks, my NIN cassettes hardly ever left the tape deck. I loved him so much and my friends were no different. We were, however, only able to procure one main floor ticket (how I ended up with the stub is beyond me because I'm pretty sure I had a balcony ticket). Once we were in we found someone who was willing to give us their main floor stub and snuck four or five people in. Two would go in one side of the asiles, one person would come out with both ticket stubs on the same side then bring someone else in with them on the other side of aisles then repeat. It took us a while to get people in and not look too suspicious but we did it.
Marilyn Manson opened and my friend Adam (aka boy I was completely in love with) and I really liked them. When Adam bought the cd the next week the guy at the record store told him that no one was ever going to like Marilyn Manson, that they were too weird. They were definitely weird but we didn't mind (and apparently neither did a whole lot of other people, at least eventually). The show...man. I remember being completely in awe the whole time. Screaming the lyrics. Trying to get as close as possible (not close enough).
Two of the four people who I remember going to the show with are no longer alive. I think of them both whenever I hear Nine Inch Nails (which is somewhat often).
At this time in my life there were very few bands, people, things that I liked more than I liked Trent Reznor and Nine Inch Nails. I had cut out pictures of Trent Reznor from magazines all over my room, NIN was written on all of my notebooks, my NIN cassettes hardly ever left the tape deck. I loved him so much and my friends were no different. We were, however, only able to procure one main floor ticket (how I ended up with the stub is beyond me because I'm pretty sure I had a balcony ticket). Once we were in we found someone who was willing to give us their main floor stub and snuck four or five people in. Two would go in one side of the asiles, one person would come out with both ticket stubs on the same side then bring someone else in with them on the other side of aisles then repeat. It took us a while to get people in and not look too suspicious but we did it.
Marilyn Manson opened and my friend Adam (aka boy I was completely in love with) and I really liked them. When Adam bought the cd the next week the guy at the record store told him that no one was ever going to like Marilyn Manson, that they were too weird. They were definitely weird but we didn't mind (and apparently neither did a whole lot of other people, at least eventually). The show...man. I remember being completely in awe the whole time. Screaming the lyrics. Trying to get as close as possible (not close enough).
Two of the four people who I remember going to the show with are no longer alive. I think of them both whenever I hear Nine Inch Nails (which is somewhat often).
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