Astound.

I imagine that what I felt for a tiny moment tonight must be what drives people to religious obession. The feeling that there is something universal that binds us all together and makes everything shine with meaning and depth would be worth seeking- be it in religion, music, art. But not even the pursuit is most worthwhile. Being able to let yourself feel it is half of it. The amount of control that you have to release to be able to experience such a connectedness requires an abdication of self, almost.

This is rambling, I know.

Tonight, I went to my first, and as it turns out, likely last Nine Inch Nails concert. (Reznor announced that after this tour, they're going away for a while, if not forever. The shirts that they were selling all said 'Wave Goodbye' on the backs, and some even had the dates 1989-2009 on them.) I felt a moment of the connection I rambled about. It was amazing. It was pure. And somehow, I feel changed for it.

Also, I might be a little in love with Robin Finck. Unrelated, but still true. 

Jane's Addiction doesn't matter. Even if they didn't naturally fall flat when put right after a band whose songs are laden with meaning, the pop-y washed out disinterested has-been rockers of yesteryear bored a majority of our surrounders. 

That is all for tonight.