NIN|JA Report!

(See, tanaise, I called it NIN|JA.)

NIN is awesome. We love our Trent with the love. It was not really a standing-up kind of set, so we mostly spent it flopped out on the grass, just letting it roll on through, except for the encore. Which was "Hurt", played as the sun was setting, with all these people's lighters out. There's one to cross off my Must Do Before Dead list.

Didn't stay for the whole of Jane's Addiction, because I am old and was seriously just crashing out. (Also, had we stayed, getting a streetcar would have been impossible. It is self-preservation to ditch before the encore when you're at the Amphitheatre.) It was recalled to me that Perry totally can't sing, but he and his man-corset had enough energy for three other bands, and he was just bopping around the stage in a way that made things fun.

And then we got to talking with these two girls on the streetcar and apparently Eagles of Death Metal are coming through in August, and that's worth doing.

Oh my god, bed now.