It's about Johnny Cash's version and the vid for Hurt.

In Johnny Cash's version, the song is way more simplistic, as if sung by this old man that cannont move his fingers anymore because of arthritis and plays again and again the same notes. His voice - the voice of a man at the end of the journey that is his life. The video - a collection of memories, snippets from his films and stuff, images of his house that looks like a museum, rather, like the museum on the top of a mausoleum or an osuary. (A female friend…

I'm back from the States. Had a marvelous time there. The only thing I regret is that I couldn't go to any Nine Inch Nails concert. Always been like in the wrong place at the wrong time. Oh well, there's always hope :P

We get through some things in our lives, things that are traumatic and leave us like drained. Some times things go so wrong that when coming out of them, we feel so numb, so un-able to feel (as condradictory this might sound). It's as if all those parts responsible to fall in love again, to feel sorry, to suffer, to feel pitty, etc are pulled out from our bodies or simply turned into stone. Or wires. With age and experience we turn into some robots, denying ourselves to feel again, because, ain't it, when you feel you're vulnerable. You're easy…

I fall in love with a tune or two. They resonate so much with that period that I'm crossing, things I do, the way I feel, etc. I don;t know, there's something that makes me feel almost physically ill if I listen to different stuff that the respective tune(s). And I listen and listen, on and on and on. And on. Until I fill myself with the music, the atmosphere and the mood of that tune. Until I get all my being to vibrate in the rhythm of that tune.

And that tune gets to follow me everywhere, especially when,…

Someone said yesterday that I can't claim that Trent Reznor's lyrics bring me peace. Thing is that I'm not looking for peace. I'll have peace when I'll be lying in my grave, dead. Untill then I want stuff to touch me, to move me, to rich into through my brain and my heart, to grab all my thoughts and twist them as it wants to.

I said stuff because it's not only the lyrics, it's the music, as well. They don't do guitar solo's anymore, in these times, they don't do much instrumental either. Bands used to have instrumental…

So… guess I have to write this again. Um well, there we go:

So, guess I should talk about myself, but that's what I always do. It's my fav topic, my ilustrous person, that is :P I'm all about myself, a 2 lines lame presentation wouldn't do me any justice. I'm too good and too much fun and too interesting and too… oh well, you know the saying "Fuck, I'm good, just ask me!" :P ROTFLMAO Anyway…

Now I'm in my NIN period. Picasso had his blue period, he had his pink period, aslo; Mr N is having his Nine…

Oh well, I just found this place, and guess I'm about to stick around a bit :P Just landed here, hurt my bum, scratching my head, looking around, very confluzed. Anyway…