By Molly Freedenberg
Trent and co. rock Shoreline with a pared-down, slightly steampunk light show.
It’s been several days since the phenomenal Nine Inch Nails/Jane’s Addiction (NINJA! How clever!) show at Shoreline, and I’ve been meditating on how to write about it. As I’ve scoured the interwebs in the days before and after the show, I’ve been struck by the conflicting reviews of this and previous shows. Well, actually, as far as I can tell, the reviews go like this: Nine Inch Nails should’ve headlined; or Jane’s Addiction should’ve headlined; orthe whole show was perfect and frikkin’ awesome. The first two come from reviewers; the last from every single one of my Facebook friends who saw the show, either in L.A. or Mountain View. As for me, I was impressed with Nine Inch Nails, but blown away by Jane’s Addiction. My roommate, on the other hand, felt the exact opposite. I began to wonder, what makes all this difference? My conclusion? Context.
I first started listening to Nine Inch Nails and Jane’s Addiction during the delicate period between junior high and high school. I was in transition from A-student/perfectionist/goodie-two-shoes to angsty, cigarette-smoking school skipper, and still several years away from a (very helpful) prescription for anti-depressants. The bands appealed to me in different ways: Nine Inch Nails for its dark power, driving, almost danceable beats, and obvious pain; Jane’s Addiction for its alternating melodic melancholy and ethereal whimsy. But both became musical totems of that time in my life – and both followed me through first love and heartbreak, first sex and first orgasm (which, of course, happened separately), losing my dad, leaving for college, more love, more heartbreak. When I entered an eating disorder hospital at age 22 (okay, so the anti-depressants didn’t work that well), I sometimes sang lyrics from Nine Inch Nails’ The Fragile in the shower. As I grew and changed, so did my relationship with NIN and JA, but both remained powerfully important parts of my personal soundtrack. Through the years, I’ve seen Nine Inch Nails perform several times: with my friend Kris during the Downward Spiral tour, when NIN opened for David Bowie; with a friend in Portland and then, the next night, with a recently ex-ed boyfriend, on The Fragile tour; with a soon-to-be ex at Coachella. As for Jane’s Addiction, the closest I’d gotten to seeing them (having missed their Lollapalooza tour with Nine Inch Nails by about a year) was a short Porno for Pyros set at a radio station-sponsored multi-concert and a brief experience watching Perry Farrell as a DJ.