Last night at the Nine Inch Nails concert (review, Edmonton Journal), I was drawn in by the stage presence of the band and the way they used light and smoke to create these dramatic effects around the band members. Not only were they one of the best bands I’ve had the fortune of seeing live, but they sounded better than any, too. Trent has reserved himself a place in rock n roll heaven, as far as I’m concerned. Too bad the sound was shit for Death from Above 1979, as they’re a fantastic band.
And then after the show, Trent Reznor’s “personal trainer,” Gino, picked up Brandi and Danielle and took them backstage. Though, if I were in a band, I’d take those two backstage, too. Not willing to sleep around however, they took off and hung out with Death from Above 1979 at the Black Dog, on Whyte.
Jeremy and I were just down the street admiring their tour buses outside of The Met. I want some dirty stories for your wedding, Brandi.
And as I ran into a load of persons I knew there and some that read this, so Hello to those of you that do, like Dana, Trina, Victoria, Jarvis, Dallas (saw you rocking out in your private box), and my dear Seana: you poor girl — I hope you heal from that, uhh… little spill you took (“one drink” my ass).