Frances has recently offered her support to her friend Zelda Williams who as everyone knows lost her father, Robin Williams to suicide. In what has been usually a very private subject, she has been more open to talking about her father. I think her father would be quite proud of her.
Sometimes the most memorable performances and fan favorite shows are the artists bottom choice. As is with this amazing performance by Trent and my favorite line-up of the constantly evolving roster of band-members. Known by the outside world as the band who played covered in mud, it was known to us "Pigs" (NIN fans to those that don't know) as one of the best shows ever. Not because they played everything perfect or because every song was our favorites, but for the brutal emotion and non conforming performance that they would have played like any other night or show. But this evening it would be in front of a sea of fans, drunk frat dicks, Metallica fans and random collective types from the 90's.
Trent came out in the same "I am here, love me, worship me, fuck off" arms raised entrance, as he confidently but slowly took the stage accepting the challenge and moniker as the catalyst of destruction, mud, blood and other emotions that held the stench of indignation that seemed to burst out like water in a balloon the exact moment it is pierced with a needle. The sea of people rolled like a wave and pushed forward and back, that ebb and flow of tension that the track Pinion brings as it pulses like a tornado siren warning of the impending shit that's about to go down.
And of course he delivers.
Chris Vrenna is amazing as always, especially in March of the Pigs even though Trent's vocals would start to go a little crazy with its cut out effects. And the equipment would soon follow. . . .all attributed to the large amount of mud that has now started to dry on their bodies and electronics, slowly sweating water and dust into everything. But in what would be in my opinion the best song of the evening, would prove to make the performance more memorable by triggering Trent's famously known temper when things don't work. . . .
That song is Happiness in Slavery which you just need to watch. My wife would probably find it necessary to mention how much she "enjoyed" Trent in this song, especially his relationship that he had with his keyboard that at this point was half working and keys missing. It was also the best set up which had two steel bars that bent in the middle and was connected to the drum sets base stage, allowing Trent to move around to an extent in his area of the stage. After realizing how messed up the instrument was, keys started flying and what once was carefully placed fingertips to hit notes, was now flat blunt side blows from his palm and fists along with Trent using his hips to slam (hump) the keyboard into the base that it was connected to. He ended it by screaming "Slavery" into the mic over and over as he pressed his whole weight onto the now for the most part dead skeletal remains of the instrument. And to finalize the second to last song of the night, Trent would put this keyboard out of it's misery and release some stress by bludgeoning the shell of a keyboard with the base end of his mic-stand... proceeding to the other synths and boards on the stage to give them swift justice and the same outcome of his.
A funny note: Danny Lohner's short and muddy dreads would throughout the set add off key contributions to the songs as he did his little "Lohner Lunge" head bangs that would propel a dread to just graze a key and in consequence, let out a "blaaarg" like sound. I'm surprised Trent didn't give Danny a whack or two for this, something that was never out of the question.................................
Michael Jackson outbid Paul McCartney and Yoko
Ono for the ATV music-publishing catalog. Jackson paid $47.5 million
for the rights to more than 250 songs written by John Lennon and Paul
McCartney.
This would sever the friendship between Paul and Michael, not to mention completely destroy the sanctity of the songs by allowing them to be in shitty commercials for shitty products. Imagine having to hear a song that you wrote, a song that had personal meaning in a fucking Pepsi commercial? I can see Paul sitting in his living room watching TV when a cheesy Car ad comes on with a family of four and their beloved Fido all getting packed up in their mid sized sedan with a goddamn picnic basket. Endless waves of green hills and abundant sunshine in the background as sis playfully tries to mess up her brothers PSP videogame by nudging his shoulder and Fido's head is out the window loving life. We are a happy family! Cue "Good day sunshine" or "drive my car". . . . . Maybe "Yesterday" is softly playing our heartstrings as a woman sits in her million dollar home sipping her fresh cup of Colombian coffee (delivered to her house by mule of course) as she stares out the window and lets out a slow but heavy sigh. . . .. . "Are you sad"? Did your significant other say you have to wait until his bonus comes in to get that new BMW? You need Prozac"! Perfectly synching up as Paul slowly croons "All my troubles seemed so far away, Now it looks as though they're here to stay". . . .. . . . . ....What the actual Fuck?!Paul had to pay him when he wanted to play his own songs for Christ sake, can you imagine having to pay someone else to play a song you wrote? Such is life though. . . . .
So here is Paul giving Michael some advice on how to make money by buying song rights and that little glittery bastard buys the Beatles. Well you can understand why Sir Paul may have been a little pissed off.
The rift would last until Michael s death even though Paul says he lost most of the animosity throughout the years. But as many friends and associates have said he has been fuming for years about it.
I'm not sure where they are exactly as Paul doesn't like to talk about it but he has been trying to get them back and the 1976 U.S. Copyright Act says that the credited songwriters will now be
able to claim back some of their work in four years, because all songs
written prior to 1978 revert to the songwriter after 56 years.
It's the fucking Beatles. . . . . . They (and their families) should be the only people that should have any rights to these songs that have had such an impact on millions of people around the entire world and countless influences on so many bands that came after. Oh and here is my version of the new revised edition of "The girl is mine" cover:
If you are reading this, then you followed a link I posted on Facebook that told you that I was going to start my own music blog.. . . . . . And here it is.
This blog is exactly that. A place that I can post anything music related. This includes (but certainly not limited to) concert and album reviews, random songs and videos, news, elitist opinions, rants and ramblings. I will also have things on any music that I myself may be involved with and possible shows that we may play.
Edit: I should mention That My wife, sister in law and myself were all present for the show where the clip below was taken from.
So that's it in a nutshell. I've never done a blog so here goes. . . . . . .
