Thirty-One (18 of 31)

I spent a good deal of time this weekend finding and downloading rare Nine Inch Nails shows, the neatest of which was what many believe to be the first extant recording of the band playing live, a bootleg of a show played in support of Skinny Puppy on October 31, 1988. The set list includes “Sanctified” and the early non-album cut “Maybe Just Once”, and the quality of the recording is pretty damned good considering it’s from 1988.

This got me thinking that Sunday’s throwback entry ought to be a NIN-related one, so I did a search of the site to see what I would come up with. Strangely enough, there were quite a few passages to choose from. In any event, I thought I’d post just this one for today, which not only mentions Nine Inch Nails but speaks about the moment I identified as the beginning of me and my brother not hating each other anymore, after spending most of high school kind of annoyed with one another.

Thanksgiving for Heresy

The two-tape Nine Inch Nails video Closure was due out around Thanksgiving of 1997. It came out late though. I don’t remember how late, but it came out late. I do recall eventually buying it and watching snippets from it with my brother John up in my room at our parents’ house. I don’t remember if that was around Thanksgiving or Christmas now though. It could have been either.

The importance of this memory, whenever the fuck it happened, was that John and I were bonding. We hadn’t gotten along real well ever. Maybe we had when we were kids, but all I really remember about our adolesence is him giving me shit. That’s what little brothers are for though. In this particular memory though, we were up in my room watching a video of a band we both liked and well, that was something to me.

Perhaps it was because he was now in college like me or perhaps it was because we were both just so anxious to see what the hell Trent Reznor had cooked up for us this time. Who knows? The end-result is all that’s important in this particular story. For the first time in a while, my brother and I were a little like the smiling brats in my parents’ old photo albums.

I just thought I should mention it.