kinda i want to

because it was exactly ten years ago, i wanted to do it again.
so, i got these very nice tickets to see an old love, nine inch nails.

now, granted, i've only heard one song from the new supply, and it's extremely terrible. trent never was very good with lyrics, clinging to personal issues with high school authority and pretty girls who didn't look twice, i have a feeling. and when you take away the gritty pop-industrial churning, you're left with something less than a dry hump - more a dry thump, like an old air duct.

but it would not be about that, anyhow. it couldnt' be - Broken was still fresh in my ears and Closer was a new born babe mouthing animal intercourse on Mtv. i was fourteen and fishnetted, sweating with the black clad throngs, loving every crushing minute of it. experience Wish like that, it's cathartic perfection.

but, look, here. lots of me being nostalgic won't come to fruition this time around. i have no car, 'cause i don't want to pay for it. but taking me and mine down to boston and back on a tuesday night by train costs too much money and organization and risk. so, i'm selling the tickets and exclusive members-entrance access to friends. friends with cars. ce la vie.

trent, i will be thinking of you and your strange nasal voice this tuesday night as i touch my once adolescent solar plexus.

now doesn't it make you feel better?

note: ended up HAVING to go to the show. "must present photo id with ticket pick-up. no ticket transferals or refunds". show was terrible. TERRIBLE. long live my old memories.