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…while riding passenger in my dad’s car, he yelled at me for popping in Nine Inch Nails’ The Downward Spiral. More specifically, he yelled at me for playing the single off that album, “Closer”, which I’m sure you’re all familiar with.

“I wanna fuck you like an animal?” he asked, mouth agape. “What the hell are you listening to?”

A teenaged me replied with something along the lines of, “You don’t get it, Dad. This song is just one part of a story.” (In my defense, at the time, concept albums were a new, well, concept to me.)

My dad quickly ejected the CD and handed it back to me.

Fast-forward two and a half decades later, and a now 42-year-old me (an age, I’d like to point out, that is older than the age my dad was at the time of the car incident) is taking my 65-year-old dad to his first Nine Inch Nails concert.

He met Trent!

Dad and Trent!

We drank beers… that cost $32! Before tip!

Extortion!

I bought this show print, which was cheaper than two beers!

Worth it!

And our minds were blown by an amazing performance by Trent and company.

NIN!

They even played my dad’s favorite song… which has grown on him over time.

He gets it now,

-Shady

…and to Milan, Ciappa, and Tiggins for making the drive down from Milwaukee for what turned out to be an amazing St. Patrick’s Day weekend last month.

Grey finally met Henson (and partook in some shamrock-themed shenanigans)…

Henson and Grey meet with shamrocks!

…and then Emjo joined us for a lasagna dinner.

Pre-Ween lasagna!

The initial spark for the weekend was Ween, who played two live shows at the Aragon Ballroom on March 16th and 17th (we went to the show on the 17th).

The last time I saw Ween play live—with many of these same friends in attendance—was nearly twenty years ago.

Ween at Aragon Ballroom on March 17th, 2017!

Uncle Milan made Grey laugh…

Milan funny.

…and Ciappa choke.

Milan murder.

And then Marla joined us for a shrimp boil.

Shrimp boil!

Then… things got weird. And drunk. And werewolf-y.

Weird.

In the end, it was a fantastic weekend that made me nostalgic for days past, but also appreciative of lifelong friendships that will certainly last well into the future.

These are just some of the people I love.

Let’s do it again soon,

-Shady

Old Poop!