23 juillet 2006

Why do I love NIN ?

This question has been bothering me for some time now... Nine Inch Nails seems so unlike me !

I'm not rebel, I don't like to scream, I have no violence in me. Or do I ?

I finished (re)reading Interview With The Vampire, from Anne Rice, last night. And I realised something crucial.

Trent Reznor IS Louis' voice. My god it's absolutly true ! Such a revelation for me, to come to this undestanding. They show many similarities.

Realizing this has led me to an answer as to why I love NIN.

Here's a list of a few things I tresure. There's Nine Inch Nails (Trent Reznor I should say). Than Anne Rice and the Vampires Chronicles. And also The Sandman and The Dreaming, from Neil Gaiman.

They all describe dark universes, people batteling between Good and Evil... A person suffering beyong reality ! Emotions I canno't feel, angst beyond my own capacity to suffer.

Do they represent what I would like to be, how I would like to be able to feel ? Feel ! Suffering IS feeling. Suffering is life.

Do I feel the life in me when I read/listen to them ? Do I screem, suffer with them when we communiate ?

That's why I love Nine Inch Nails. The power of the extreme emotions Trent Reznor expresses... wow.

When I listen to Nine Inch Nails, it seems the most beautiful thing in the wold. The more powerful music I've ever listened to.

I'll go on and re-read The Vampire Lestat now.

20 juillet 2006

Paranormal 2

Hier, ma fille (3 ans et demi) :

-Maman, j'aimerais que tu me parles de mon papa, celui que j'avais quand j'étais tout bébé.

-Et bien le papa que tu as maintenant était le même quand tu étais tout bébé chérie

-Non, mon autre papa, celui qui est mort. (Là je pense à mon grand-père, mais il est décédé deux ans avant sa naissance...)

-Tu veux dire ton grand-papa ? (elle apelle mon père Papy, donc elle n'a pas de 'grand-papa' à proprement parler).

-Oui, c'est lui. Il vient me voir et il me dit 'Bonjour S. !', (tout ça dit avec un grand sourire).

Deux fois, à quelques jours d'intervalle, qu'elle me tient ce discours...