Buzburbank reminded me. It'll be the same on the 5th for me. A friend had put the headphones on my ears almost a year before, that. The one chance I had to see them, I missed, until then. I didn't really pay much attention to anything but the PHM tape I had, but I loved it a great deal. I had no idea what to expect. We were seated at the edge of the grass in the lawn for the day. There were several bands I was there to see, but I admit I was most excited to see NIN. We sneaked into the seating area to watch. The festival was overall kind of... well, not my thing, to put it politely. I enjoyed NIN more than I did anyone else. Siouxsie didn't sound good in that venue. I don't know why. JA was okay, but it wasn't my favorite band. All I can remember is Ferrell trying to get someone to go on stage and give him a blow job. So yeah, NIN is the only thing I liked about that whole trip. I remember being sunburnt, my hair being a huge mess of frizz, and some asshole walking through the grass and getting mad that we had a blanket and were resting through something we didn't care for. I have never been much of a festival goer since then, either. I wouldn't see them again until December 1994. (I think it was December.) Honestly, the Louisville concert for Downward Spiral was more like seeing them for the first time. That was a crazy night. There was no one checking tickets. We wandered in and out of the pit all night. We sat wherever there were seats available as needed. I nearly lost my shoe, had to bend down to get it, and almost didn't get back up. And I was in a not so great place, and balled during SICNH. Good times.