Friday was spent in a private box at the ACC for my first-ever Nine Inch Nails show, with some great people.
My love for Trent Reznor seems to grow as time passes. He gets better with age.
I took videos, but won't ruin your ears by posting them - you certainly don't want to hear me singing "Head Like A Hole", or the girl in the box next to us screaming drunkenly during "Hurt". But in these videos, other crazy voices aside, Trent is spot-on with his singing.
It was a pretty good mix of old and new tunes. A surprising number from "The Fragile". But, lucky for me, they played what I constantly say will be my wedding song (once I trick a dude into sticking with me) - "A Warm Place".
Don't you look at me funny, it's a beautiful song. Good for some aisle-walkin'.
Next night? Nuit Blanche with my rowdy group of awesome folks!
Mark Sylvain took better photos than I did (especially after my phone died), so here are a few of his shots:
The group, ready to go.
Apparently you could go inside, but we didn't want to wait in line. We wondered if there was tea and crumpets. Or beer and poutine.
Swoon. No, that's the artist. Swoon.
Lotsa love to Laura, who knows everything about art and guided us through.
Michelle & I, showin' some love to Glenn Gould.
Snow machine under the Gardiner.
Yes that is my hand. No it didn't freeze.
The trek continues.
Fireworks? What fireworks?
Surely there were no renegade fireworks in Trinity Bellwoods from a group of happy wanderers.
Ai Wei Wei's 'Forever Bicycles'.
A couple of drenched Nuit Blanche-ers. We forged through the rain... right to a McDonald's.
I think I'm too damn old for these really late nights. But all in all, that was a good weekend.