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http://web-impressions.net/fister/719 Do you remember what it was like being 14? On the cusp of childhood and adulthood, my brain was suddenly invaded with alien thoughts. These two albums were prominent in my 14 year old existence. These albums had as much impact as courses at school; these two were like a foreign exchange program I could participate in from my own bedroom. At some point that year or the next, I would have my first hallucinogenic experience, and the videos to “Black Hole Sun” and “Closer” would be like beacons in peeling back the facade of what reality is.
gay dating sites las vegas Sometimes things coexist but are never thought of as being related. I had been so busy lately that it wasn’t until I found myself face-to-face with the Hollywood Bowl sign that I thought exactly how odd it was that these two separate but equal bands would be playing together. Nine Inch Nails and Soundgarden… wow!
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Visit This Link I said hi to the legions of NIN fans I have come to know over the years during the extremely long break between bands. Then I ate some peanut M&Ms. And then I watched Tony Kunal, Scott Ian, and Brian Posehn take seats nearby as Soundgarden walked out onstage.
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You guys, HELL HAS FROZEN OVER.
Yes, I was unimpressed, kinda let down even. I felt like I had seen them at a festival; there wasn’t anything special about this “hometown” show in this legendary venue, and considering this tour was so soon after the last one, it didn’t feel anything but… smaller. It would have been a solid show for your average concert-goer, but as a fan…
I am a spoiled NIN fan, with three hour sets and state of the art visuals and special guests and unusual situations in my tour history. And while I will always be a NIN fan (this was my 26th show and I named my book after one of their songs). I will always go to the shows, listen to the music; but unlike that 14 year old with only the future in front of her, I now have a lot of past. And I’m ok with that.