New NIN album finished? Contains zero with-a-teeth-a leftover songs? “Conceptual and noisy”?
You’re suddenly playing awesome songs live? Songs you’ve never played live before?
…what is this emotion I am feeling… could it be… hope?
Oh, Trent. Even after that last flaming pile of poop you called an album, I can’t stay mad at you.
Just promise me it won’t hurt anymore. I know you were broke, and you needed a retirement fund – now you have it, right? I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet, Michael Trent; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.