Until next time...

Thank you Trent Reznor, Robin Finck, Justin Meldal-Johnsen, Ilan Rubin for an outstanding 2009. Special thanks also to Rob Sheridan, JT, Brett Bachemin, Leo Herrera, Keely, Cory (tickets), Todd the mic guy, the sound check guys, the roadies, the opening bands (all of them, well maybe not that one, but most of them), special guests (Peter Murphy, Gary Numan, Mike Garson, Saul Williams, Dillinger Escape Plan, Dave Navarro, Atticus Ross).

While we all realize there's more to come, there's nothing like live NIN. We all love it in our own way and take away something different, but in all our differences many of us came together as a community. We made new friends and a few enemies. We traveled and took in travelers. We slept in vehicles and on the side of the road. We spent hours in line and loved every sun scorched minute. We finagled finances and counted on friends that understood.

We learned what it meant when JT showed up in the line. We know his speech by heart and it became part of the process we adored. We came together when you needed us and tried to be there anyway when you didn't need us. Some tried a little too hard. We shushed the talkers during quiet songs longing to hear every note. We yelled the loudest during the hard songs, sometimes louder than you. We laughed at big fucking titties and shed tears at twilight. We stumbled out of venues with bruises and lost voices only to brag about it later on FaceBook and Twitter. Oh and who could forget the sharing of NINfluenza (keep your mouth off the water bottle!).

I went into it for the NIN. I came out with more than I could have ever imagined.