From the desk of JetSet Mom:
While most of my friends are nostalgic for the 80s & 90s and get all girly to the first signs of Madonna and Prince, that’s my cue to change the channel. Even as a kid, I was never romanced by pop. I had a brief dance on the NKOTB dark side, but those lasted oh…about as long as the Z.Cavaricci fad. I tried, but I am so far from a tiny-bopper. As a young child I wanted to be a member of The Go-Go’s, Blondie, or better yet, Joan Jett. Not Whitney or Cyndi. And then I entered high school and was introduced to something much more special.
I wish it had a name.
Now I’m thirty-something (closer to 40 than I care to admit,) and when I hear the first few notes of songs like Waiting Room, Three Days and Wish, my heart starts to speed up and I start thinking of my days filled with Fugazi, Jane’s Addition, Pearl Jam and Nine Inch Nails. While dressing in neon, lace and oversized RELAX! T-shirts were a thinking of the past, I clearly remember warm summer nights in New Jersey dressed in cargo shorts, combat boots, and plaid button downs tied around our waist. Of course they were from Banana Republic, Doc Martens and Abercrombie & Fitch, because I was the preppy kid who listened to what wasn’t exactly grunge, and not totally punk – but it was definitely NOT on the radio. It was an Alternative Nation. Contrary to other girls my age, I was serious about the culture and music, it owned me, but I on the other hand was not cool or secure enough to own the lifestyle. I never thought of myself as a poser, but maybe I was. Come to think of it, I was a Catholic school girl afraid to commit.
My how things have changed.
It’s been many years since I’ve seen Trent Reznor perform. After the NINJA tour I didn’t think I would ever have a chance to see them again. The last time I saw Nine Inch Nails I didn’t even have a drivers license yet. Like an old friend, throughout the years, I’ve met up with Nine Inch Nails when a song seemed to fit nicely in my life. We never lost touch, just missed encounters. Different obligations had kept me away during NINJA, which still breaks my heart. And a few years ago, I won tickets to see them play at the Fonda, but Tot was still a baby and I love her a lot more than Trent. But, alas, it’s time, and while I still have no plans to own the lifestyle I once loved, tonight I made it to The STAPLES Center to see if like a Pretty Hate (time) Machine I could be transported back to my high school summers when everything was perfect, the top was down, and the sun was setting on the Jersey Shore.
We’re all grown up.
I’m still wearing a Banana Republic cargo jacket, but now there’s a Louis Vuitton scarf wrapped around my neck. Gone are the days of tailgating, or waiting in line, my shoddy knees can’t handle the rail and the mosh pit, but I’m in a plush leather seat, fourth row and five seats from the side of the stage. Tony Hawk walks by as do a bunch of other celeb VIPs. I suddenly realize, this isn’t the Jerz anymore and I’m *that* person. Meh, who cares.
You know who else is grown up? Trent Reznor. The man is a genius. I’m still scratching my head in wonder at how the man has evolved so much experimenting and reinventing himself through the years, and yet still captures the pure essence and rawness of Nine Inch Nails. I’m not sure if I would have appreciated this show years ago. Today, it very well could have been the best arena show, if not the best show I’ve ever seen. And I think my latest concert count is 167-ish live performances.
Head Like a Hole: Crowd goes wild for Nine Inch Nails
All Time Low
Various Methods of Escape
The Frail / The Wretched
The Big Come Down
A Warm Place
Even Deeper (e)
In This Twilight (e)
While I’m Still Here (e)
What was your band(s) of choice in high school?
Hugs & passports,
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