an open letter to mr. self destruct

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.

5 thoughts on “an open letter to mr. self destruct

  1. I need to track down some of the new shows now. I hope they have the same set list in Japan because they will be taped by some people I know.

  2. “had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths
    Enwrought with golden and silver light…”

    This post made me laugh…. keel over in laughter, in fact.

    And then you blasphemed my lover, Mr. Yeates, and I cried… HOW COULD YOU?????

    (it actually surprises me when anyone can quote that poem, everyone stares at me blankly when I do.)

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