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Tuesday
May302006

Snap, Crackle, Pop Into Your NIN Show

I’m sorry I couldn’t make this post earlier. I’ve been struggling with a cold that I earned (as you will learn from the following post) while attending the NIN/Bauhaus/TV on Radio show.

Saturday, May 27th, as it turned out was an eventful day.  Around noon, we hopped out of bed and gathered our things before we jumped in the van. Unfortunately we seemed to have forgotten a number of key things and had to make more than one trip back home. After plenty of sighing and laughing at ourselves, we finally hit the freeway around 2 p.m. After road delays, rain, and rush hour, we were able to finally get to Portland around 3:50 p.m.

It was while entering the city limits of Portland that we decided we weren’t going to have enough cash on hand to enjoy the concert, thus ensued the ATM run from hell. First of all, it was your typical Portland day, which means it was raining buckets. The ATM was located near a Shari’s restaurant. And of course, I, ever the foolish type, ran wildly, in the direction of the ATM, over some smooth stone inset pavement, in the direction of the ATM when I wiped out big time. I must have slid an easy 10 feet, grinding over the pavement on my left side, before I realized that I had even wiped out. Customers who were just exiting Sherry’s stood agape, as I scrambled precariously to might feet. A quick once over of my body and I knew that it was going to be bad. My thumb felt broken, my wrist was hyperextended, and there was more than a mild trickle of blood flowing down my inner forearm from the two inch gash that fluttered open beneath the pouring rain. I quickly sped inside to the Shari’s bathroom. I hoped to briefly wash the cuts off, grab some towels, and make my exit, perhaps all completely unnoticed by the Shari’s customers, management, and staff inside. No such luck. First I was visited by a perplexed customer in the bathroom, who claiming they worked in the ER, and whom promptly ran off to get the manager. They disppeared before I could protest. So, soon the assistant manager appeared, followed quickly by the big honcho of the restaurant. I assurred them I was fine, accepted some of their bandages to placate them, and reassured them that I would not being suing them (after all, I was the bozo, running full speed on wet pavement in the rain)

 

After all of this, I finally made my way to the ATM. By this time Raven had gathered what had happened and was peppering me with questions. I withdrew the money we needed and hopped back in the vehicle. Raven was ashen faced and insisted after a cursory glance of my wounds that we would be visiting her mother, who lives just a short distance down the street for the Sherry’s for some first aid gear.

To make a long story shorter, we finally resumed our trek to the NIN concert sometime around 4 p.m. after some bandaging, gauze wraps, and donning of a pair of purple Nitrile gloves.  The show wasn’t scheduled to begin until 7 pm, but we were racing so furiously because at previous Spiral concerts we were way back in the line and had missed a sound check or meet and greet. We intended never to make that mistake again.

I should mention that the Ridgefield show was of course an outdoor show, just as the rest of the shows are supposed to be on this 30 date tour. The rain had picked up and there was a delay, as we were not allowed to enter the primary County fairground entrance. We finally parked and made our way to the will call booth where our tickets awaited. Fortunately we were greeted by a friendly face at the booth. Brandy, who we had met on the previous Spiral fanclub show dates was still running the ticket verification. We obtained our tickets and jumped in line. Fortunately we were only about 75 to 100 people back in the line. After about a half an hour wait, we were finally admitted to the fairgrounds proper, and eventually to a special VIP section of the grounds. Unfortunately for the guy standing in line behind me, he was given the choice of returning his umbrella to his vehicle, or disposing of it in the garbage. He chose the latter of course, as, evidenced by other umbrellas, many others had.  It must be said that everyone in the Spiral line were great people. Everyone tried to be helpful for the most part to everyone else. We met a very nice couple, an daughter and her mother, both adults who just share a passion for NIN. We sat next to them in the 3rd row. They were nice enough to guard seats while we were away, as well as providing so much soothing Advil when my injuries were starting to kill during the Bauhaus show.  By the time NIN came on, I was in sonic and Advil induced heaven. We went to Shari’s on 181st St after the show for a late night snack. I learned afterwards that there was an informal after party gathering at one of the Shari’s restaurants. I wish I had done more research before I went to the show. It would have been nice to trade a few war stories while at previous NIN shows. Anyhow, after another 45 minute wait standing in the howling wind and pounding rain, we were finally admitted inside. The good news was that the Spiral members were guaranteed the middle section of the seats, and because we were so close to the beginning of line, we ended up in the 3rd row. With all of my injuries, I was relieved to see that we had some seats. It was nice, not having to battle in the pit for a view of the concert. I know this pissed off alot of general admission people, but I say fuck’em. I don’t know how many times I have been kicked in the head or body by the combat boots of some moronic jock or teenager, who mutters beneath their breath constantly “So when do you think they will play the ‘Fuck Me’ song?”  

**spoiler alert**

If you haven’t seen the show yet and don’t want to know what the setlist consisted of, don’t read any further.

The setlist wasn’t exactly what I would have chosen, but I was happy to get an opportunity to hear some real obscure gems that Trent never plays live, of which I have put into bold.

somewhat damaged
know what you are
sin
terrible lie
march of the pigs
something i can never have
closer
burn
gave up
help me i am in hell
non-entity  (sort of, he did play this last tour, as well as “Not So Pretty”)
only
wish
la mer
into the void
the big come down
suck
get down make love (probably one of maybe four or five songs that everyone wanted to hear live sometime)
hurt
the hand that feeds
head like a hole

I missed hearing “Love is Not Enough”. I loved the way he opened the show last tour with it. They sort of did the same thing this time with Venetian blinds on Somewhat Damaged, but it wasn’t the same. Other noteworthy things: Trent was bald! He also was wearing a black hoodie when he started our show, which was cool, because it kind of made him look like a crazy dwarven sized hip hop artist. 

He was considerate enough to understand the torture we were experiencing from elements when he made some comments about the band also “freezing their balls off”, but then again he ironically also found enough time to dowse the first couple of rows with water during a song moments before.

Other notes, Bauhaus played great and had some great theatrical moments, particularly the creative use of rose petals, the murphy dance, the murphy moonwalk, and a cool sax intro by Daniel Ash into a song that sounded familiar, but I couldn’t come up with the name, but not enough. While we enjoyed the music, the show itself became a bit long. 

TV on Radio was very cool.  When asked to describe their music I can’t help but describe it as  gospel inspired vocal styling layered over jazz, funk, rock, and speed metal riffs. Like most opening bands they struggled to get us moving, but in less than  three songs they had the front row up and dancing. And by the end of their half and hour set, they had most of the entire middle section of the 100 level up and bopping. They were much, MUCH more interesting than Queens of the Stone Age who appeared on the last tour. I think these guys are destined to be headlining their own shows in the near future, probably once they have released another full length record.

Here are a few pics. None of them mine. I wanted to credit the photographer of the last two, but alas I couldn’t seem to locate a credit anywhere. If anyone knows who took these, please let me know.



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