He has become the new Leonard Cohen. When in doubt, dont sing the words just speak them.
As I listen to the new Nine Inch Nails’ Album, I think to myself, thank god he put “The Fragile” out. This one is going to take a little getting use to. He has regressed back into the Pretty Hate Machine mentality. A small collection of songs. Is it good, is it crap? Well I will reserve judgement for a few more listens, but its not the NiN I fell in love with. Its the NiN maybe Ronnie did. Unfortunately, I became a NiN fan after Broken. Boy has he relaxed since those days.
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I heard that song about [i:c4bc108183]bite the hand that feeds you bite the hand that feeds you bite the hand that feeds youbite the hand that feeds you bite the hand that feeds you that feeds you [/i:c4bc108183](lather, rinse, and repeat) on the radio the other night by accident. Wasn’t impressed with the lyrics. The music, however, was catchy. In the same vein, I listened to Tori Amos’ new album today for the first time. (Thank you, by the way, for all your music between S and V… You have seriously enhanced my collection of MP3s to listen to on the subway.) I’d been avoiding listening to it because I was afraid… wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. So I was listening. And the first song was okay. Not bad. But then the next song was like [i:c4bc108183] the power of orange knickers the power of orange knickers the power of orange knickers underneath my petticoats [/i:c4bc108183] and the song after that was like [i:c4bc108183] Peggy sue won’t you patch my jeans, won’t you patch my blue jeans, he’s run a hole in them [/i:c4bc108183] and I ended up bumrushing my laptop yelling “Can’t you find something else to @#@#$@#$ sing about!?!?!?!” So, you see, I feel your pain. I think some songwriters, at some point, just run out of material. Makes me really glad I write fiction, actually. I’ll never run out of stories. Or characters. 🙂