I don't remember when the KMFDM/Pig show was. Have to look through my ticket stubs.
I agree with the you about lusting after an image. Artists are usually fucked up and/or full of themselves, sometimes lost in their own celebrity fantasy life, but when you hear that one song or read that one quote in a crap magazine you think maybe they are just like you. :/ Or you hear them sing Find It Fuck It Forget It (Forever) live and your guts turn to mush. And, I don't want to meet musicians or actors whom I respect because I don't want to be disappointed. I want to live in denial.
Don't mind your tangent. :)
I'm in a NIN community and noticed that a lot of the fans are in their teens or early 20s and have never seen them before. I wonder if the fans my age just don't feel like going to shows anymore; would rather remember the good old days. I hope you're right; I don't want to be the geriatric fan at 28. :P
I didn't go to shows until 1994 when I was 18. I had to live vicariously through my friend, Marie, who had all these hulking, metalhead friends to go to shows with. She got to see NIN at Roseland in 1992, where Green Jello was the opening act. Remember them? My first show, and not counting Debbie Gibson or NKOTB in junior high, was Depeche Mode and Stabbing Westward. Did you read that or are you laughing at me about Debbie Gibson? I started writing about the shows I went to when I first got a journal, but I'm such a lazy writer that I never continued. If you want to bore yourself, you can find the entry here. Just two shows listed. My sister is 11 years older than me, and she introduced me to the stylings of Meat Loaf. Okay, and Billy Joel and the Go-gos and Pink Floyd. This was all back in the early 80s. She thinks my musical taste is weird. I guess I found metal and industrial and darkwave through college radio, alternative magazines, and online. Very rarely will I find something through my friends. Sometimes I'll buy a CD I've never heard because of online recs (The Dresden Dolls comes to mind).
I wanted to marry Eddie Vedder in high school. I watched the Even Flow video over and over, when his hair was all long and twisty. The "grunge" era was what saved me from musical mediocrity (to sorta paraphrase Spike in "Crush"). If I hear Chloe Dancer, or Black, or Layne Staley's gorgeous voice, I'm 16 again and everything is flannel and well-worn and the Docs are rampant and Kurt Cobain is alive again. You know what I mean?
I was at that NIN show at the Garden! That was the last time they were here.
You're so good at encapsulating what it was like at these shows. I remember the feelings but have a hard time getting it out here sometimes. I hope I'm making sense with all of this; it was fun to read and talk about. I could go on and on.
If you find the time machine, I am coming with you. I'll pay for the gas or the flux capacitor or whatever.
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I agree with the you about lusting after an image. Artists are usually fucked up and/or full of themselves, sometimes lost in their own celebrity fantasy life, but when you hear that one song or read that one quote in a crap magazine you think maybe they are just like you. :/
Or you hear them sing Find It Fuck It Forget It (Forever) live and your guts turn to mush. And, I don't want to meet musicians or actors whom I respect because I don't want to be disappointed. I want to live in denial.
Don't mind your tangent. :)
I'm in a NIN community and noticed that a lot of the fans are in their teens or early 20s and have never seen them before. I wonder if the fans my age just don't feel like going to shows anymore; would rather remember the good old days. I hope you're right; I don't want to be the geriatric fan at 28. :P
I didn't go to shows until 1994 when I was 18. I had to live vicariously through my friend, Marie, who had all these hulking, metalhead friends to go to shows with. She got to see NIN at Roseland in 1992, where Green Jello was the opening act. Remember them? My first show, and not counting Debbie Gibson or NKOTB in junior high, was Depeche Mode and Stabbing Westward. Did you read that or are you laughing at me about Debbie Gibson? I started writing about the shows I went to when I first got a journal, but I'm such a lazy writer that I never continued. If you want to bore yourself, you can find the entry here. Just two shows listed.
My sister is 11 years older than me, and she introduced me to the stylings of Meat Loaf. Okay, and Billy Joel and the Go-gos and Pink Floyd. This was all back in the early 80s. She thinks my musical taste is weird. I guess I found metal and industrial and darkwave through college radio, alternative magazines, and online. Very rarely will I find something through my friends. Sometimes I'll buy a CD I've never heard because of online recs (The Dresden Dolls comes to mind).
I wanted to marry Eddie Vedder in high school. I watched the Even Flow video over and over, when his hair was all long and twisty. The "grunge" era was what saved me from musical mediocrity (to sorta paraphrase Spike in "Crush"). If I hear Chloe Dancer, or Black, or Layne Staley's gorgeous voice, I'm 16 again and everything is flannel and well-worn and the Docs are rampant and Kurt Cobain is alive again. You know what I mean?
I was at that NIN show at the Garden! That was the last time they were here.
You're so good at encapsulating what it was like at these shows. I remember the feelings but have a hard time getting it out here sometimes. I hope I'm making sense with all of this; it was fun to read and talk about. I could go on and on.
If you find the time machine, I am coming with you. I'll pay for the gas or the flux capacitor or whatever.