stass

are there any "easter eggs" on this dvd?

sorry if this has been asked before...

gls

sexistential

Ok, I'm sooooooo confused. I haven't been following because I don't
have internet anymore. Is there some site that explains all the clues,
and why the CD changes colour etc?

Thank god this album is good. If it was like the last one I think I
would have stopped listening

Oh, and here's a really weird little article

Sun-Times music critic Jim Derogatis braves a wild April snowstorm and
heads to Cleveland to learn more about Nine Inch Nails' frontman Trent
Reznor's love for music and baseball
Trent Reznor takes a long drag from his cigarette before pausing to
take a gulp of watery coffee on a cold afternoon in Cleveland. He's
well into the promotional tour for the new Nine Inch Nails album,
titled "Year Zero", which is currently passing through Jacobs Field,
home of baseball's Cleveland Indians. That might not seem like an
conventional stop for Reznor, but then again, perhaps you don't know
as much about the man as you thought. The industrial music godfather
hasn't missed an Indians home opener in 22 years. Today, I've made the
four hour drive from Chicago to Cleveland to watch the Indians play
their home opener (Reznor's 23rd straight!) against the Seattle
Mariners. Along the way, I'm hoping to find out more about his new
album, his mental state of mind, and his obsession with the national
pastime. As we walk toward Jacob's Field, it's clear from the start
that Reznor has a lot on his mind, and today that doesn't include his
psychedelic new single, "My Violent Heart".

"I want to feel good about the Cleveland Indians' chances this year",
he says, taking another sizeable sip of coffee, "but I just don't
know. They've underperformed relative to their third-order winning
percentages each of the past three years." I haven't a clue what
Reznor is talking about, but the words are spoken in the forlorn,
despaired tone that we've come to expect from the moody industrial
rocker over the course of his 18-year career. When Trent Reznor is
feeling miserable, all is right with the world.

He continues, his blue eyes burning holes through my neck and toward
the panoramic view of the baseball stadium that looms before us. "I'm
starting to think that this team will never make it over the hump. I
grew up watching the Indians fail year in and year out. It was
depressing. That's one of the reasons I moved to LA, just to get away
and escape from it all." Indeed, Reznor built his reputation on the
twin pillars of doom and angst, helping to drag alternative music
kicking and screaming into the mainstream in the early 1990's. Classic
NIN songs such as "Head Like A Hole" and "Closer" became sizeable
hits, went into heavy rotation on MTV, and helped turn Reznor into a
global superstar. But his recent fame belies his more humble
beginnings, living most of his childhood in a modest two-bedroom home
in Mercer, Pennsylvania. He was raised by his grandmother, an
otherwise gentle woman with a fierce aversion to the goth, disco, and
punk music that Reznor loved while growing up.

As we approach our Gate 7 entrance to the stadium, it dawns on me that
Reznor hasn't bothered to inform me that the game has been postponed.
It is unseasonably cold in Cleveland, and several inches of snow still
cover the playing field. But Reznor is undeterred. The security guards
are all NIN fans, and after a few autographs and handshakes from the
hands that tackled many an unsuspecting synthesizer, we find ourselves
alone in the stadium, shoes crunching in the snow near the visitors'
dugout.

"I went through some tough times with my grandmother" recalls Reznor,
"we were Indians fans and the team was a laughingstock. We were
perennial AL East ba*****t dwellers and played in the worst park in
all of baseball, if not all of sports." In later years, Reznor moved
to Cleveland and worked a dead-end job in a small downtown studio. His
local environment had a profound effect on his fledgling music career.
"Grandma and I used to go to ten or twelve games a year", states
Reznor with a slightly devilish twinkle in his glistening eyes, "but
the outcomes were almost never good. We saw them get pounded 14-2 by
the Yankees on a frigid April afternoon. I hear people complaining in
Cleveland this year, what with the foot of snow and all, but they
don't have a f***ing clue what pain is. Grandma and I froze our asses
off in the old Municipal Stadium and it was just horrible. In fact,
she never attended another game after that, she refused to go every
time I invited her from then on. I went home that night and tried to
capture the feeling in a song. You must know that feeling, the feeling
of suffering in a punishing environment you can't control? So I wrote
'Down In It' about that day, about that game. It poured out of the pit
of my stomach in maybe fif**** minutes. I even went back there in the
middle of the night with a portable sampler and recorded the sound of
wind whipping around the outskirts of the stadium. You can hear those
sounds in the intro to the song."

Even though Reznor became an unlikely star in the wake of the
multimillion-selling "The Downward Spiral", the money and fame did
little to cheer him up. Between his controversial second album and the
gargantuan, long-awaited follow-up "The Fragile", he had well-
publicized bouts of drug addiction and extreme depression. Even the
sudden emergence of the Indians as one of the AL's premier teams did
little to alleviate his famously caustic disposition. In fact, rather
than alleviate his problems, the Indians exasperated them even
further.

"We had it all wrapped up in 1997″, says Reznor, shuddering. Rubbing
my face to try to restore the blood to my cheeks, I strain to
concentrate on his emotional words. I long ago recommended that we
continue the interview somewhere other than a cold, empty stadium, but
Reznor consistently shrugs off my suggestions to leave. His eyes
briefly become moist before his entire face clenches up in anger. "But
f***ing Mesa blew the f***ing save. Fernandez let the g*d*mn ball go
through his legs in the 11th. My grandma never recovered, literally.
She died one month later and I fell deeper into a depression that
consumed my entire being. I became lazy, I became irritable, I was a
giant f***ing asshole to everyone who had been close to me. I made
s***ty decisions, I befriended Marilyn Manson, I was a mess. It was
the worst time of my life."

Is he implying that success is good for nothing other than further
hardship? Becoming rich only made him more unhappy. A winning Indians
ballclub got him down more than all the losing ones did. Which does he
prefer?

"Don't get me wrong ― I would much rather have Sizemore patrolling
center instead of Brett Butler" states Reznor firmly. "And I don't
want to revisit the old days again. Those feelings have been buried
deep and I don't want to dig them up ever again. People ask me why I
don't write songs like 'Something I Can Never Have' and 'Hurt'
anymore. It's simple. I don't want to write those kinds of songs
anymore. I don't want to feel those feelings ever again. They were
moments of personal torment that are best left in their time.
'Something I Can Never Have' was written after the Indians 100-loss
season in 1987, it's about wishing for a pennant, just one f***ing
pennant to make the pain in my heart go away. But I've moved on now."

Today's weather aside, most people associate baseball with sunny
afternoons and "Take Me Out to the Ballgame", so you wouldn't figure
that NIN's style of psychedelic electronic mayhem would sit well among
those in the sport. Surprisingly, Reznor counts many players and
executives amongst his fans, such as Red Sox GM Theo Epstein, reigning
AL MVP and Minnesota Twins first baseman Justin Morneau, and Cleveland
Indians musical director Lenny Weiss. It was Weiss who approached
Reznor with the idea of commissioning a new piece of pre-at-bat music
for Grady Sizemore. The Indians star outfielder is a longtime NIN fan
and was thrilled at the idea. Although apprehensive at first, Reznor
was promised complete creative control and found it to be an offer
that he couldn't refuse. Despite his notoriously glacially slow
workrate, he confidently claims that he will deliver the piece to the
team before the All-Star Break. "It's a way for me to give something
back to the team after all these years", says Reznor. "I called the
new record 'Year Zero' because the AL Central hasn't been this wide-
open in a long time. This is it for Cleveland, it's their year zero,
it's their time to step up. I want to contribute a small part of
myself to the team. If it helps them find success, then maybe my soul
can find some rest."

By now it is late afternoon and the groundskeeping crew has given up
for the day. They're hoping to get the game in tomorrow, but nothing
is certain. After quietly mumbling ― to nobody in particular, it seems
― about what Joe Charbonneau would do in our situation, Reznor heads
down the right field line with a shovel and begins digging. I
contemplate whether to follow him out there, but in the end I decide
to leave him alone with his thoughts. At least for now, Trent Reznor
appears to have found some rest for his soul right here on this empty
baseball field.

Author: DeRogatis, Jim

tikki tikki tembo-no sa rembo-chari bari ruchi-pip peri pembo

y0 y0 y0! ***istential <shaolinpiglet@gmail.com> got this party started:

<snip>

OMG, that was ****ing brilliant!

-joanna

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stass

i had sincerely hoped that's his music was the result
of something a little more important than baseball!

tvs zynnoushes \shug\ shukun

I hear that. Something I Can Never Have about a baseball loosing streak,
I'm oh so conflicted.

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what have i done?

http://www.ninwiki.com

The cd changes colours because of the wonders of thermachrome! Also pants.


I gather you are referring to Year Zero as opposed to Beside You In Time,
the live DVD, which is the topic of this thread??

As far as I know, there are no easter eggs for said DVD.

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See the original here!

http://www.yard-work.org/?p=698

Note that the website is 'a work of satire and parody'. :-)

- Jerkface O'Halloran

sexistential

The whole article sounded like bullshit. I think he has a habit of
making up shit when he doesn't feel like doing the interview. Here's
another article That seems to fit that category. I'll post the link so
not to clutter it up, but here's the bit that made me think of it

http://www.burningsouls.com/complete/articles/1997/alternative_press_december_1997.html
His bedroom is dark and imposing, dominated by a medieval-looking
four-poster bed. The windows are hung with thick velvet d****s,
blocking out the afternoon sun. The woman in his bed waves sheepishly.
He saunters through an empty little space off the bedroom. "This will
be the baby room," he says. Wait. Is he serious? But he's off and
standing at the entrance to the bathroom. "Okay. This is decadent, I
realize," he says." But we had to put in a whole new bathroom, so why
not?" He opens the door. There is a jacuzzi. And there is also a
shower. It is without question the best shower in Louisiana. Reznor
opens the glass door and turns a faucet, and a torrent is released.
The shower head is the size of a Frisbee. There are side jets. It's a
great shower.

Enjoy, it's an oldie. Of course he probably took the Tylenol PM (see
link) to get to sleep after too much coke so who knows how much is
bullshit ramblings. It made me wonder after the baby bit.
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The whole article sounded like bullshit. I think he has a habit of
making up shit when he doesn't feel like doing the interview. Here's
another article That seems to fit that category. I'll post the link so
not to clutter it up, but here's the bit that made me think of it

http://www.burningsouls.com/complete/articles/1997/alternative_press_december_1997.html

How many rooms? "Good question," Reznor replies. At the top of the
stairs is a useless nook that is bathed in sunlight. "Here's where the
harpsicord will go," he says. His bedroom is dark and imposing,
dominated by a medieval-looking four-poster bed. The windows are hung
with thick velvet d****s, blocking out the afternoon sun. The woman in
his bed waves sheepishly. He saunters through an empty little space
off the bedroom. "This will be the baby room," he says. Wait. Is he
serious? But he's off and standing at the entrance to the bathroom.
"Okay. This is decadent, I realize," he says." But we had to put in a
whole new bathroom, so why not?" He opens the door. There is a
jacuzzi. And there is also a shower. It is without question the best
shower in Louisiana. Reznor opens the glass door and turns a faucet,
and a torrent is released. The shower head is the size of a Frisbee.
There are side jets. It's a great shower.

Enjoy, it's an oldie. Of course he probably took the Tylenol PM (see
link) to get to sleep after too much coke so who knows how much is
bullshit ramblings. It made me wonder after the baby bit.
- Show quoted text -

tikki tikki tembo-no sa rembo-chari bari ruchi-pip peri pembo

y0 y0 y0! ***istential <shaolinpiglet@gmail.com> got this party started:

No need to be indignant. I'd done a web search for the article and
found it here:

http://www.yard-work.org/?p=698

Which happens to be a baseball-themed satire blog. I still think it
was brilliant.

-joanna

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sexistential

I wasn't indignant then but I am now. If I hadn't enjoyed it I
wouldn't have shared it. If I was always being asked the same stupid
questions I too would start making shit up to amuse myself and keep
people out of my real personal life. Don't worry, that will be the end
of my "sharing" in what appears to be a very close minded little
group. In the future I'd suggest you not assume to much from posts
that aren't cluttered with all kinds of emoticons some people seem to
need. Nincompoops all of you