I've compiled a short synopsis with some screen shots of the video and quotes from a few users, and thrown it on digg to spread the word:
http://digg.com/music/Resistance_meeting_turns_into_free_Nine_Inch_Nails_show_in_LA_w_photos
To recap:
Tonight a group of about 50 Art is Resistance members, including the select few from last week’s A.I.R. gathering in LA, were gathered and directed to an abandoned warehouse in Los Angeles for a private resistance meeting and intimate live Nine Inch Nails show. The entire meeting was caught on video and is now streaming live on Open Source Resistance.
here are some screens:
let's get the 1st hand accounts and reaction over here so we're not digging through 100+ pages of posts on the other thread. I'm just blown away by the continuation of the whole story, and the fact NIN was in a little warehouse in LA.
i'll repost the accounts from the other thread below.
update: wintermute posted a torrent of the ripped video: http://www.demonoid.com/files/details/1120774/3100888/
http://digg.com/music/Resistance_meeting_turns_into_free_Nine_Inch_Nails_show_in_LA_w_photos
To recap:
Tonight a group of about 50 Art is Resistance members, including the select few from last week’s A.I.R. gathering in LA, were gathered and directed to an abandoned warehouse in Los Angeles for a private resistance meeting and intimate live Nine Inch Nails show. The entire meeting was caught on video and is now streaming live on Open Source Resistance.
here are some screens:
let's get the 1st hand accounts and reaction over here so we're not digging through 100+ pages of posts on the other thread. I'm just blown away by the continuation of the whole story, and the fact NIN was in a little warehouse in LA.
i'll repost the accounts from the other thread below.
update: wintermute posted a torrent of the ripped video: http://www.demonoid.com/files/details/1120774/3100888/
cynicmuse wrote:
Apparently I wrote the post that echoed through out the ninternet tonight. I've rewritten it in a more coherent form (and it's even in more than one paragraph this time).
It all began when I met the person with a cellphone at the parking lot of the LA Police Academy. We then headed over to Echo Park to wait for the phone call (though I got us a little lost along the way). The phone call gave us directions to a nearby parking lot. We milled around in the parking lot for a while before they roped us off into a corner and handed out release forms. The release forms were very entertaining; they said that we didn't know where we were going or what we were doing and that we were over 18 and ok with being filmed. We were searched (all electronics were put back in the car; I at least got the name of the person frisking me this time, unlike the listening party) and then loaded on a rickety bus, in which all of the windows and doors had been blacked out. I was definitely afraid that the bus wasn't going to make it up some of the hills, and there were a few rough bumps. There was a guy with a hand held camera filming us on the bus.
We pulled up to an abandoned warehouse; there were random people standing on the roof and around the entrance. We were led inside; there were more people inside, and AIR flags hanging from the roof. The people inside all had neat black shirts with white AIR flags on them. There also was a mural with the angel, the guy with the face mask, and the robot with a skull inside from the mural in London with "Art is Resistance" written on the bottom. There was a camera when we first walked in and then another one inside. Neil Czarno (or whoever is playing him) gave a talk about how we should give a shit and change the world. I was rather cynical about his talk at first, but he redeemed himself by noting that we shouldn't just blindly accept what he was saying and that we should change the world in small ways. He also told us that we were stupid for allowing them to herd us like cattle onto a bus to who knows where with no form of communication (and for carrying around cellphones like tracking devices) and that we'd be dead if they were really after us. After his talk, we were led over the river and through the woods (the warehouse complex was rather large). We were stopped briefly before we entered a room with many lights and lots of equipment.
The opening notes of TBOTE began playing, and I was 3 feet away from Jeordie White on the far end of the line (and 10ft away from Trent Reznor, that's the closest that I'll ever get to NIN). There were about 50 people there, so it was a very small, intimate show. They then played Survivalism, Last, MOTP, WITT, and then The Frail. I'd honestly thought that I was going to have to wait six months or more to hear TBOTE, Survivalism, Last, and WITT live. There were people there filming the show with cameras, and Rob was taking shots of the band. There was a large AIR flag painted on the wall behind the band. I knew that something was going to happen because you could see flashing lights outside during The Frail. Policemen in riot gear (they looked like carbon copies of the ones in the Survivalism video) entered the building and pushed us all out (they also had quite a few devices like firecrackers that made noises that sounded like gun shots and that sparks; I got a very good look at them). There seemed to be a few people detained, but I'm not quite sure how they were chosen, because the six people were all cell phone people with their guests. I should have known that something was going to happen after I saw the 20 song set list that included The Perfect Drug
. We were herded back on the bus after a run through the complex and driven back to our cars.
The people on the bus told us to be on the lookout for more graffiti, murals, and ads, and that they'd be in touch with the people with the cellphones.
It all began when I met the person with a cellphone at the parking lot of the LA Police Academy. We then headed over to Echo Park to wait for the phone call (though I got us a little lost along the way). The phone call gave us directions to a nearby parking lot. We milled around in the parking lot for a while before they roped us off into a corner and handed out release forms. The release forms were very entertaining; they said that we didn't know where we were going or what we were doing and that we were over 18 and ok with being filmed. We were searched (all electronics were put back in the car; I at least got the name of the person frisking me this time, unlike the listening party) and then loaded on a rickety bus, in which all of the windows and doors had been blacked out. I was definitely afraid that the bus wasn't going to make it up some of the hills, and there were a few rough bumps. There was a guy with a hand held camera filming us on the bus.
We pulled up to an abandoned warehouse; there were random people standing on the roof and around the entrance. We were led inside; there were more people inside, and AIR flags hanging from the roof. The people inside all had neat black shirts with white AIR flags on them. There also was a mural with the angel, the guy with the face mask, and the robot with a skull inside from the mural in London with "Art is Resistance" written on the bottom. There was a camera when we first walked in and then another one inside. Neil Czarno (or whoever is playing him) gave a talk about how we should give a shit and change the world. I was rather cynical about his talk at first, but he redeemed himself by noting that we shouldn't just blindly accept what he was saying and that we should change the world in small ways. He also told us that we were stupid for allowing them to herd us like cattle onto a bus to who knows where with no form of communication (and for carrying around cellphones like tracking devices) and that we'd be dead if they were really after us. After his talk, we were led over the river and through the woods (the warehouse complex was rather large). We were stopped briefly before we entered a room with many lights and lots of equipment.
The opening notes of TBOTE began playing, and I was 3 feet away from Jeordie White on the far end of the line (and 10ft away from Trent Reznor, that's the closest that I'll ever get to NIN). There were about 50 people there, so it was a very small, intimate show. They then played Survivalism, Last, MOTP, WITT, and then The Frail. I'd honestly thought that I was going to have to wait six months or more to hear TBOTE, Survivalism, Last, and WITT live. There were people there filming the show with cameras, and Rob was taking shots of the band. There was a large AIR flag painted on the wall behind the band. I knew that something was going to happen because you could see flashing lights outside during The Frail. Policemen in riot gear (they looked like carbon copies of the ones in the Survivalism video) entered the building and pushed us all out (they also had quite a few devices like firecrackers that made noises that sounded like gun shots and that sparks; I got a very good look at them). There seemed to be a few people detained, but I'm not quite sure how they were chosen, because the six people were all cell phone people with their guests. I should have known that something was going to happen after I saw the 20 song set list that included The Perfect Drug
. We were herded back on the bus after a run through the complex and driven back to our cars.
The people on the bus told us to be on the lookout for more graffiti, murals, and ads, and that they'd be in touch with the people with the cellphones.
xaphor wrote:
I was with cynic_muse the majority of the time so our accounts will be very similar but I’ll post mine as well.
I can’t really start without thanking Esrevni for giving me the opportunity to come along and to take his place in the event they would not accept his id. Thankfully they accepted his id and luckily for me there was someone without a guest who graciously invited me along (Thanks Al).
We were all instructed to Echo Park just North of downtown LA and to stay in our cars and await a phone call with further instructions. A few minutes past 6 the phone and we were given driving directions to a nearby parking lot alleyway (<http://maps.live.com/default.aspx?v=2&cp=ppbzxn549ztc&style=o&lvl=2&tilt=-90&dir=0&alt=-1000&scene=3603011&encType=1>). From here we exited our cars and were rounded up into a corner of the lot boarded off with caution tape by about a half dozen crew members in black OSR shirts identifiable by a grey ‘r’ flag logo on the front. We were given waiver forms to sign which indicated we were boarding a vehicle of our own free will and agreed to be taken wherever they wished and for whatever they planned to do with us. At 7pm they called the phones and lined us up to be scanned and thoroughly frisked before taking our release forms. They checked each phone and provided a playing card which had an identifying sticker on the face side. Then it was on the well worn bus featuring blacked out windows and a black curtain between us and the driver. Once on the bus they were filming and photographing the rest of the evening non-stop. Every seat was occupied as the bus drove the 50 or so of us to an unknown location. Our “guide” introduced the event informing us that we are going to a meeting about the resistance and about using our voice. Along the way we entertained ourselves with a cappella versions of The Fragile and Wheels on the Bus (don’t ask me
.
After about 15 minutes we arrived at an abandoned clothing warehouse and herded into the building. Chairs were lined up facing a small makeshift stage with a painting on the wall of 3 figures, the left one I recognized as the box face guards from the London billboard. We were confined to the left side with three sheets or red, white and black sprayed with the AIR logo broke the room in two. On both sides of the chairs about 5 crew members stood ominously overlooking the proceedings. Once everyone filled in our guide went behind a metal sliding door and a minute later a man in camo gear came out and took the stage.
He called roll and then lectured us on our stupidity in being seen at the mural meet receiving subversive material, willingly carrying the cell phone at all times allowing us to be tracked and herding on to a blacked out bus to an unknown destination. Had he been a government agency we all would have been dead. He then proceeded to mention our loss of rights and that we should wake up and use our voice. He drew upon an issue that was important to him, a freeway that cuts through the hills of Laguna Beach and the plans to extend it cutting through environmentally important areas of the coastline (<http://www.surfermag.com/features/onlineexclusives/trestlestollrdmeeting/>). Wake up, make a difference in whatever way you can.
He said “Let’s move” and left behind the same metal door. We were then herded through the same door and up a tight wooden staircase and across to either a freight elevator or another steep staircase that took us to a darkened landing with the only light being that which filtered through the dust from above. Once everyone was down, there were lights in a room up ahead and to the left and then screaming and sudden rush as people jockeyed for front and center position as Trent and Co. broke into The Beginning of the End directly in front of us. Fake windows with strobe lighting would glow illuminating AIR graffiti on the wall behind the band. There were about a dozen crew members around us - some filming, some insuring we stayed together as a group. The next song was Survivalism followed by Last. When they played March of the Pigs I noticed quite a few of the crew members really getting into the music as well. Next up was Were In This Together which lead into The Frail. I overheard one of the crew members say, “keep them outside” over his phone and noticed a flashing red light through a side window that looked unmistakably like an undercover cop’s lights. When I looked over again, the window had been blacked, the light no longer visible. Right as the band were gearing up to break into the Wretched, the door was burst open by a guy in swat gear carrying a machine gun, shots sounded through the building and small fireworks were lit. I was pushed by a crew member and told to move and I followed cynic_muse as we were quickly sent back though the building.
Straight back onto the bus and while some people were asking about their jackets they left behind, I noticed the bus was not as full as before. They called roll and there were a few names absent indicating they had been detained along with the bag holding all the phones. Once all the missing clothing items were found (who cares about the detainees) we were on our way back to the lot. Everyone was psyched and in a jovial mood and the time passed much quicker on the return. Off the bus we gathered while we were handed back out phones by the playing card we received earlier. Two girls who missed the bus and assumed detained returned to the lot via another method. Once all the phones were returned we were free to go back to our normal lives.
Thanks to the band and everyone there.
http://www.opensourceresistance.net/
xaphor
I can’t really start without thanking Esrevni for giving me the opportunity to come along and to take his place in the event they would not accept his id. Thankfully they accepted his id and luckily for me there was someone without a guest who graciously invited me along (Thanks Al).
We were all instructed to Echo Park just North of downtown LA and to stay in our cars and await a phone call with further instructions. A few minutes past 6 the phone and we were given driving directions to a nearby parking lot alleyway (<http://maps.live.com/default.aspx?v=2&cp=ppbzxn549ztc&style=o&lvl=2&tilt=-90&dir=0&alt=-1000&scene=3603011&encType=1>). From here we exited our cars and were rounded up into a corner of the lot boarded off with caution tape by about a half dozen crew members in black OSR shirts identifiable by a grey ‘r’ flag logo on the front. We were given waiver forms to sign which indicated we were boarding a vehicle of our own free will and agreed to be taken wherever they wished and for whatever they planned to do with us. At 7pm they called the phones and lined us up to be scanned and thoroughly frisked before taking our release forms. They checked each phone and provided a playing card which had an identifying sticker on the face side. Then it was on the well worn bus featuring blacked out windows and a black curtain between us and the driver. Once on the bus they were filming and photographing the rest of the evening non-stop. Every seat was occupied as the bus drove the 50 or so of us to an unknown location. Our “guide” introduced the event informing us that we are going to a meeting about the resistance and about using our voice. Along the way we entertained ourselves with a cappella versions of The Fragile and Wheels on the Bus (don’t ask me
.
After about 15 minutes we arrived at an abandoned clothing warehouse and herded into the building. Chairs were lined up facing a small makeshift stage with a painting on the wall of 3 figures, the left one I recognized as the box face guards from the London billboard. We were confined to the left side with three sheets or red, white and black sprayed with the AIR logo broke the room in two. On both sides of the chairs about 5 crew members stood ominously overlooking the proceedings. Once everyone filled in our guide went behind a metal sliding door and a minute later a man in camo gear came out and took the stage.
He called roll and then lectured us on our stupidity in being seen at the mural meet receiving subversive material, willingly carrying the cell phone at all times allowing us to be tracked and herding on to a blacked out bus to an unknown destination. Had he been a government agency we all would have been dead. He then proceeded to mention our loss of rights and that we should wake up and use our voice. He drew upon an issue that was important to him, a freeway that cuts through the hills of Laguna Beach and the plans to extend it cutting through environmentally important areas of the coastline (<http://www.surfermag.com/features/onlineexclusives/trestlestollrdmeeting/>). Wake up, make a difference in whatever way you can.
He said “Let’s move” and left behind the same metal door. We were then herded through the same door and up a tight wooden staircase and across to either a freight elevator or another steep staircase that took us to a darkened landing with the only light being that which filtered through the dust from above. Once everyone was down, there were lights in a room up ahead and to the left and then screaming and sudden rush as people jockeyed for front and center position as Trent and Co. broke into The Beginning of the End directly in front of us. Fake windows with strobe lighting would glow illuminating AIR graffiti on the wall behind the band. There were about a dozen crew members around us - some filming, some insuring we stayed together as a group. The next song was Survivalism followed by Last. When they played March of the Pigs I noticed quite a few of the crew members really getting into the music as well. Next up was Were In This Together which lead into The Frail. I overheard one of the crew members say, “keep them outside” over his phone and noticed a flashing red light through a side window that looked unmistakably like an undercover cop’s lights. When I looked over again, the window had been blacked, the light no longer visible. Right as the band were gearing up to break into the Wretched, the door was burst open by a guy in swat gear carrying a machine gun, shots sounded through the building and small fireworks were lit. I was pushed by a crew member and told to move and I followed cynic_muse as we were quickly sent back though the building.
Straight back onto the bus and while some people were asking about their jackets they left behind, I noticed the bus was not as full as before. They called roll and there were a few names absent indicating they had been detained along with the bag holding all the phones. Once all the missing clothing items were found (who cares about the detainees) we were on our way back to the lot. Everyone was psyched and in a jovial mood and the time passed much quicker on the return. Off the bus we gathered while we were handed back out phones by the playing card we received earlier. Two girls who missed the bus and assumed detained returned to the lot via another method. Once all the phones were returned we were free to go back to our normal lives.
Thanks to the band and everyone there.
http://www.opensourceresistance.net/
xaphor
requieminadream wrote:
Wow
What else can be said? What a night....
What a night...
For the illiterate, just skip all of this and see the fucking AWESOME footage at http://www.opensourceresistance.net/
On the 101 I recieved a call at around 12:45 or so. They told me that at 6pm, I was to be within a 5 minute drive from the fountain at Echo Park. That they would contact me from there with furthur instructions, and to stay in the car.
6pm?! What was I going to do until then? Oh boy!
I eventually got to Hollywood, where I met up with Tracy (TrentRoxMe) at around 1:30pm. I picked up my extra pre-ordered copy of Year Zero at the Virgin Megastore on Hollywood and Highland.
From there we decided to get some lunch, which is of course when we went to Pinks Hotdogs (Always Pinks). We enjoyed a nice meal, and then headed to the Mural to bide our time. We checked out the mural for a while, took some photos and then walked up and down Melrose, checking out all the sex shops along the way (There are a LOT). Eventually we walked off most of the weight we gained from Pinks, and started walking back to the Mural.
I got a call from Adrienne, one of the other phone holders, telling me she was in the area. Tracy and I met up with her at Coffee Bean and we walked furthur along Melrose to the mural. We took some more photos and got to my car. Adrienne's guest (and ride) was still in class so we decided to help her out and give her a ride. We headed to the parking lot Tracy parked in so she could get her sweater. And then, Adrienne lived across the street so we went to her place to use the restrooms and stretch.
After a weird confrontation with some hippy about where I parked in front of her house, we proceeded to Echo Park.
Even though Tracy nearly got us lost, and late, we arrived with 20 minutes to spare. A few phone holders were chilling in the park, so we joined them for a bit. Chatted a bit, and then 5 minutes before 6 we all headed to our cars. Adrienne's roommate met up with us at this point (this perky blonde girl who has never listened to NIN before in her life, and had no idea what was going on beyond the phones).
At around 6:03 they call us and tell us directions to this parking lot about a mile or two from where we were. To park, and bring ourselves and our ID. We pull into a gated parking area in an alley, the gates are all masked with black sheets, so we can't see inside. We park at around 6:20, and get out.
We gather in little groups, Tracy, Jessica, Russ, Adrienne, I, and all our guests. And others. Eventually, like ameobas we all converge into a corner of the parking lot. All 45 of us. They wrap caution tape around the area and tell us that they are gonna start calling our OSR phones and that when that happens, us and our guest must step up and get wanded and patted down to make sure we were free of recording devices. Soon after they started handing out waivers, stating that we may be recorded and that we give up our rights to be recorded, and that we were going to be transported and that we okayed that too.
Fuck it. Signed.
They called my phone, we stepped up, and got a thorough pat down.
We loaded up onto an old coach bus, with windows completely taped up with black paper, and the front had a black curtain so we could absolutely not see where we were headed. After everyone loaded up we headed off to the super secret location.
After an entertaining 15 minute drive, we arived. We all unloaded at this dilapidated old warehouse. There were OSR members everywhere. They were watching us from the roof, from windows, everywhere. Some of them even had cameras. We walked inside and there were seats and stage.
They sat us down and after a few quiet minutes a guy came out and gave us a very powerful speach about using our voices, waking up and making a difference. Not to necessarily listen to his opinion, but to realize we can form our own, and we have the power to use our voice. You can hear the whole shpiel on the footage.
At the end they took us all and made us walk through this labrinth of a warehouse. Up stairs, under pipes, through dark rooms, on bridges that conntected buildings. For about 3-4 minutes. Eventually we arived at an old elevator. We got inside the elevator, about half of us, the other half had to take the stairs.
The elevator goes down. Slowly...
And as we get furthur down, someone mentions amp lights.
Amp lights?
Someone mentions a stage.
A stage?
Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck.
Tracy grabs my arm and grips it hard. The elevator arrives and the door opens.
The OSR guys yell at us "Hurry, move, move!"
We don't need them to tell us, we're already half way there.
And there they are.
NINE INCH NAILS
In the dark, we see their shadows.
And then, before we even all arive to the stage (Which is not so much a stage but a few pieces of plywood, and Tracy and I are RIGHT IN FRONT, less than 3 feet away from touching Trent Reznor, literally), The Beginning of the End begins.
We all start going crazy.
After 6 amazing songs are played (Beginning of the End, Survivalism, Last, March of the Pigs, We're In This Together, and The Frail)....
The SWAT team BUSTS IN.
Alarms blare, the music ends, lights flashing... SWAT comes busting in through doors, through windows, guns and lights pointing at us. We hear gunfire and we all run. The OSR team is telling is to 'run and get to the bus!' and we do. We all run.
And we arrive at the bus. And we're all loaded up and we bolt out of there.
We get taken back to our cars.
And that's it.
The end.
They tell us they will be contacting us shortly on our OSR phones.
We all gather around the lot, talk about what we just experienced, and take some photos and we all leave.
The blonde newbie is ecstatic, calling all her friends and telling her all about the experience (Adrienne tells me she asked to have all the CDs burnt, niceeee)
We drop them off and then me and Tracy get Denny's.
We part ways.
And here I am.
Watch it all here... http://www.opensourceresistance.net/
They aparently replay the speech from a different angle in the video, it goes from 00:00 to 11:30, and then plays again, and then at the 25:30 mark you can see the continuation. From the walking the elevator, to the entire show, to the raid.
Enjoy.
Un
Fucking
Believeable
Photos: http://picasaweb.google.com/requieminadream/OSR1stMeeting
What else can be said? What a night....
What a night...
For the illiterate, just skip all of this and see the fucking AWESOME footage at http://www.opensourceresistance.net/
On the 101 I recieved a call at around 12:45 or so. They told me that at 6pm, I was to be within a 5 minute drive from the fountain at Echo Park. That they would contact me from there with furthur instructions, and to stay in the car.
6pm?! What was I going to do until then? Oh boy!
I eventually got to Hollywood, where I met up with Tracy (TrentRoxMe) at around 1:30pm. I picked up my extra pre-ordered copy of Year Zero at the Virgin Megastore on Hollywood and Highland.
From there we decided to get some lunch, which is of course when we went to Pinks Hotdogs (Always Pinks). We enjoyed a nice meal, and then headed to the Mural to bide our time. We checked out the mural for a while, took some photos and then walked up and down Melrose, checking out all the sex shops along the way (There are a LOT). Eventually we walked off most of the weight we gained from Pinks, and started walking back to the Mural.
I got a call from Adrienne, one of the other phone holders, telling me she was in the area. Tracy and I met up with her at Coffee Bean and we walked furthur along Melrose to the mural. We took some more photos and got to my car. Adrienne's guest (and ride) was still in class so we decided to help her out and give her a ride. We headed to the parking lot Tracy parked in so she could get her sweater. And then, Adrienne lived across the street so we went to her place to use the restrooms and stretch.
After a weird confrontation with some hippy about where I parked in front of her house, we proceeded to Echo Park.
Even though Tracy nearly got us lost, and late, we arrived with 20 minutes to spare. A few phone holders were chilling in the park, so we joined them for a bit. Chatted a bit, and then 5 minutes before 6 we all headed to our cars. Adrienne's roommate met up with us at this point (this perky blonde girl who has never listened to NIN before in her life, and had no idea what was going on beyond the phones).
At around 6:03 they call us and tell us directions to this parking lot about a mile or two from where we were. To park, and bring ourselves and our ID. We pull into a gated parking area in an alley, the gates are all masked with black sheets, so we can't see inside. We park at around 6:20, and get out.
We gather in little groups, Tracy, Jessica, Russ, Adrienne, I, and all our guests. And others. Eventually, like ameobas we all converge into a corner of the parking lot. All 45 of us. They wrap caution tape around the area and tell us that they are gonna start calling our OSR phones and that when that happens, us and our guest must step up and get wanded and patted down to make sure we were free of recording devices. Soon after they started handing out waivers, stating that we may be recorded and that we give up our rights to be recorded, and that we were going to be transported and that we okayed that too.
Fuck it. Signed.
They called my phone, we stepped up, and got a thorough pat down.
We loaded up onto an old coach bus, with windows completely taped up with black paper, and the front had a black curtain so we could absolutely not see where we were headed. After everyone loaded up we headed off to the super secret location.
After an entertaining 15 minute drive, we arived. We all unloaded at this dilapidated old warehouse. There were OSR members everywhere. They were watching us from the roof, from windows, everywhere. Some of them even had cameras. We walked inside and there were seats and stage.
They sat us down and after a few quiet minutes a guy came out and gave us a very powerful speach about using our voices, waking up and making a difference. Not to necessarily listen to his opinion, but to realize we can form our own, and we have the power to use our voice. You can hear the whole shpiel on the footage.
At the end they took us all and made us walk through this labrinth of a warehouse. Up stairs, under pipes, through dark rooms, on bridges that conntected buildings. For about 3-4 minutes. Eventually we arived at an old elevator. We got inside the elevator, about half of us, the other half had to take the stairs.
The elevator goes down. Slowly...
And as we get furthur down, someone mentions amp lights.
Amp lights?
Someone mentions a stage.
A stage?
Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck.
Tracy grabs my arm and grips it hard. The elevator arrives and the door opens.
The OSR guys yell at us "Hurry, move, move!"
We don't need them to tell us, we're already half way there.
And there they are.
NINE INCH NAILS
In the dark, we see their shadows.
And then, before we even all arive to the stage (Which is not so much a stage but a few pieces of plywood, and Tracy and I are RIGHT IN FRONT, less than 3 feet away from touching Trent Reznor, literally), The Beginning of the End begins.
We all start going crazy.
After 6 amazing songs are played (Beginning of the End, Survivalism, Last, March of the Pigs, We're In This Together, and The Frail)....
The SWAT team BUSTS IN.
Alarms blare, the music ends, lights flashing... SWAT comes busting in through doors, through windows, guns and lights pointing at us. We hear gunfire and we all run. The OSR team is telling is to 'run and get to the bus!' and we do. We all run.
And we arrive at the bus. And we're all loaded up and we bolt out of there.
We get taken back to our cars.
And that's it.
The end.
They tell us they will be contacting us shortly on our OSR phones.
We all gather around the lot, talk about what we just experienced, and take some photos and we all leave.
The blonde newbie is ecstatic, calling all her friends and telling her all about the experience (Adrienne tells me she asked to have all the CDs burnt, niceeee)
We drop them off and then me and Tracy get Denny's.
We part ways.
And here I am.
Watch it all here... http://www.opensourceresistance.net/
They aparently replay the speech from a different angle in the video, it goes from 00:00 to 11:30, and then plays again, and then at the 25:30 mark you can see the continuation. From the walking the elevator, to the entire show, to the raid.
Enjoy.
Un
Fucking
Believeable
Photos: http://picasaweb.google.com/requieminadream/OSR1stMeeting
5:30am and I am a awake and still filled with excitement.
Not much I can write that hasn't already been said.
Walking off the eleavator, hearing someone say, "Is that a stage?"
A bunch of screams of excitement and suddenly my little elevator group is running.
Seeing Trent motionless, brooding over his keyboard waiting for us is frozen in my mind.
All the girls instantly took up all the space between the two columns in front of the stage. I moved over to the right and Aaron was right in front of me.
Sometimes I had to duck as he flailed away. I could look down and see the zippers in his boots. I could look up and see his teeth weren't pearly white. Straight ahead, I could watch his fingers do magic on his guitars.
Setlist as best I can remember it:
The Beginning of the End
Survivalism
Last
March of the Pigs
Were in This Together
The Frail
*******
Closer
Burn
Gave Up
Eraser
Wish
The Perfect Drug
Only
The Big Come Down
Suck
Down In It
Hurt
The Hand That Feeds
Head Like A Hole
So when The Frail was coming to an end, I had Closer on my mind. When the sirens started blaring, all I could think of was no Perfect Drug.
I was hoping that just maybe, when we got back to the parking lot the show would finish at the studio that was next to the lot.
But the night ended. The sun isnt even up yet and I'm still filled with excitement.
Not much I can write that hasn't already been said.
Walking off the eleavator, hearing someone say, "Is that a stage?"
A bunch of screams of excitement and suddenly my little elevator group is running.
Seeing Trent motionless, brooding over his keyboard waiting for us is frozen in my mind.
All the girls instantly took up all the space between the two columns in front of the stage. I moved over to the right and Aaron was right in front of me.
Sometimes I had to duck as he flailed away. I could look down and see the zippers in his boots. I could look up and see his teeth weren't pearly white. Straight ahead, I could watch his fingers do magic on his guitars.
Setlist as best I can remember it:
The Beginning of the End
Survivalism
Last
March of the Pigs
Were in This Together
The Frail
*******
Closer
Burn
Gave Up
Eraser
Wish
The Perfect Drug
Only
The Big Come Down
Suck
Down In It
Hurt
The Hand That Feeds
Head Like A Hole
So when The Frail was coming to an end, I had Closer on my mind. When the sirens started blaring, all I could think of was no Perfect Drug.
I was hoping that just maybe, when we got back to the parking lot the show would finish at the studio that was next to the lot.
But the night ended. The sun isnt even up yet and I'm still filled with excitement.
you send it or send space?
gr8ball
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it seems that all the OSR activity, at least that is ARG related, is going to be staying in LA. that blows! all you LA people sure are lucky.
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gr8ball wrote:
it seems that all the OSR activity, at least that is ARG related, is going to be staying in LA. that blows! all you LA people sure are lucky.
Or this is just the beginning...underground shows would be the way to go!
Oh. My. God.
I wasn't sure what to expect last night, and I don't think I would have believed it anyway. From start to finish this was incredible, and it's possibly not even over (we still have the phones, we still might be contacted again). From the fantastically hilarious waiver (something along the lines of "I don't know where I'm going and I don't know what will happen, but sure, that's cool!") to the scary-ass bus to seeing fucking NIN right before my eyes. So close! Without any barrier, buffer, or staff! Just, right there!
I must say, while the meeting was cool, it was also kind of funny. "Don't believe everything people tell you! Oh, but repeat after me! Don't blindly follow orders! Now, follow me into this dark hallway!" God knows we would have followed that man anywhere. I mean, we'd just signed this fantastically all-encompassing waiver, gotten into a blacked-out bus without so much as a cell phone, and then into an unknown building for some type of meeting. Seriously, this was somebody's case study. And I'd gladly do it all over again.
What a fantastic, fantastic treat. I never dreamed I could see NIN that close and that personal. Just...wow.
Also? I learned that when ordered to run, I'll leave my friend(s) behind. Good to know. Perhaps I should work on that. Honest to god, I thought she was behind me, but I ran without checking. Nice.
I wasn't sure what to expect last night, and I don't think I would have believed it anyway. From start to finish this was incredible, and it's possibly not even over (we still have the phones, we still might be contacted again). From the fantastically hilarious waiver (something along the lines of "I don't know where I'm going and I don't know what will happen, but sure, that's cool!") to the scary-ass bus to seeing fucking NIN right before my eyes. So close! Without any barrier, buffer, or staff! Just, right there!
I must say, while the meeting was cool, it was also kind of funny. "Don't believe everything people tell you! Oh, but repeat after me! Don't blindly follow orders! Now, follow me into this dark hallway!" God knows we would have followed that man anywhere. I mean, we'd just signed this fantastically all-encompassing waiver, gotten into a blacked-out bus without so much as a cell phone, and then into an unknown building for some type of meeting. Seriously, this was somebody's case study. And I'd gladly do it all over again.
What a fantastic, fantastic treat. I never dreamed I could see NIN that close and that personal. Just...wow.
Also? I learned that when ordered to run, I'll leave my friend(s) behind. Good to know. Perhaps I should work on that. Honest to god, I thought she was behind me, but I ran without checking. Nice.
heroicraptor wrote:
http://www.echoingthesound.org/phpbbx/viewtopic.php?t=22866
My mistake! I was under the impression that I should post here to avoid further cluttering of the other thread.
But it was REAL police or fake Swat (as in Survivalism video)?
It had to be staged.
Holy shit this is sooooo awesome! I am hoping that this "underground" thing will head over to Cleveland, Trent has some roots here. More, more, tell us more about this crazy-ass evening!!!
(I was wondering how Trent was going to tour this album- seemed to be a bit impossible).
Can you guys describe how it all sounded?????
(I was wondering how Trent was going to tour this album- seemed to be a bit impossible).
Can you guys describe how it all sounded?????
So.. what happened to the detainees and the band? ARG-wise or other?
Martyr wrote:
So.. what happened to the detainees and the band? ARG-wise or other?
I wrote this in the other thread, but it got locked...
I want to know too! It was written several pages back (hard to find in this mess) that they were handled roughly, asked questions about who they were, what they were doing, and then released. But we haven't had a post yet from the detainees themselves...
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Martyr wrote:
So.. what happened to the detainees and the band? ARG-wise or other?
Its been stated somewhere (I think its in the locked thread, at any rate, I'm too lazy to pull up a quote) that the detainees were returned to the parking lot in an unmarked white van. As of right now, there are no statements from them, regarding what happened (i.e. interrogation) or what will happen (i.e. if they've been "brainwashed" within the context of the ARG - just an idea) to those three (? I heard three) people.
the show was fucking amazing.
i am almost positive the SWAT break in was staged, but you know what, it felt real, and honestly that is all that matters. yeah you kinda knew but with the pops and people screaming it all kinda played a part and helped make it feel like it truly was a break in. my heart was pounding like a motherfucker once i got back on the bus.
the entire thing was so surreal.
my girlfriend has an idea on the "detainees" and that was that they were plants... i have no evidence to support that belief other than when we were on the bus going back to our original meeting place one of the ladies mentioned that 3 people plus their 3 guests were left behind. what are the odds that 3 people AND their guests happened to stay together and get detained together?
my girlfriend also remembered what 2 of the 3 people looked like and mentioned that they were last in the cell-phone-roll-call before we got on the bus...
i am almost positive the SWAT break in was staged, but you know what, it felt real, and honestly that is all that matters. yeah you kinda knew but with the pops and people screaming it all kinda played a part and helped make it feel like it truly was a break in. my heart was pounding like a motherfucker once i got back on the bus.
the entire thing was so surreal.
my girlfriend has an idea on the "detainees" and that was that they were plants... i have no evidence to support that belief other than when we were on the bus going back to our original meeting place one of the ladies mentioned that 3 people plus their 3 guests were left behind. what are the odds that 3 people AND their guests happened to stay together and get detained together?
my girlfriend also remembered what 2 of the 3 people looked like and mentioned that they were last in the cell-phone-roll-call before we got on the bus...
Wow, that is so cool. I remember some people saying about secret gigs, but for them to actually do one, and put it on opensourceresistance is so awesome.
precurser wrote:
my girlfriend has an idea on the "detainees" and that was that they were plants... i have no evidence to support that belief other than when we were on the bus going back to our original meeting place one of the ladies mentioned that 3 people plus their 3 guests were left behind. what are the odds that 3 people AND their guests happened to stay together and get detained together?
my girlfriend also remembered what 2 of the 3 people looked like and mentioned that they were last in the cell-phone-roll-call before we got on the bus...
my girlfriend has an idea on the "detainees" and that was that they were plants... i have no evidence to support that belief other than when we were on the bus going back to our original meeting place one of the ladies mentioned that 3 people plus their 3 guests were left behind. what are the odds that 3 people AND their guests happened to stay together and get detained together?
my girlfriend also remembered what 2 of the 3 people looked like and mentioned that they were last in the cell-phone-roll-call before we got on the bus...
That's what we were thinking too. The 2 guys we talked to ended up boarding the bus last on the way there and were 2 of the people detained. In the video you can see one of them actually walking towards the swat team and not the door. I don't know what the point of them being planted was, but they were very friendly