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[solitary_summer]

Dear Trent,

Stop fucking with my head.

No love, me



Notepad documents full of thoughts about what I didn't like about With Teeth, rant & review half-composed in my head, and then I put the CD in the computer, put on the headphones, and suddenly there's a kind of... click, so to speak. I don't even think it has actually been growing on me as such. The last third from Sunspots to Right Where It Belongs definitely has grown, but the rest... not really. Oh, and I still pretty much hate You Know What You Are?.

It's not so much about discovering new layers, rather it seems to be a matter of approach, of listening to it in an entirely different way than I listened - learned to listen - to The Fragile. Forget about careful analyses (as far as a fundamentally unmusical person like me can listen to music in an analytic fashion), and picking things apart, don't think too much, just let yourself be swept along. The irony of course is that it was nin that made me listen carefully and consciously to music in the first place.

It still isn't deep love, for the greater part, but it's enjoyable enough, in a normal, hey, nice CD, way.

[And really, I'm not even so sure it wasn't a spur of the moment mood thing, that it will even work again the next time.]

The impression wears off a little around Getting Smaller, but the rest of the CD I already did love, kind of, in a different fashion. The weird thing is, this part of the CD seems to demand a different, more attentive listening mode again. There's a definite break between Getting Smaller and Sunspots that makes the transition rather difficult for me... Last time I found the first part uninteresting, but loved the second, this time it was the other way round, compelling beginning, failing to connect to the end.

Does this even make the slightest bit of sense?

Right Where It Belongs... [::sigh::] the song that makes me feel slightly guilty for being a nin fan, something of a voyeur, using another person's pain to work through my own issues; almost self-conscious about the two times I was standing there in the crowd, screaming. Right Where It Belongs is the song that, my love for the music notwithstanding, makes me wish Trent would find it within himself to draw a clear line, start gardening, or painting, or composing an opera score - anything, except spend months on tour, revisiting songs that are the result of more than a decade of battling with depression; raising the very demons he's trying to banish. Especially given what's transpired recently, that would seem a little too much like tempting fate to me...