Marilyn Manson
betrayed him, his oddball friends depraved him – but Nine Inch Nails’ Trent
Reznor is a survivor. He could still use a few pals, though. Go on, give him a
hug.
By Andrew Male
Trent Reznor still remembers when it all got
out of hand. It happened one night in 1995, in the gothic surrounds of New
Orleans‘ Nothing Studios, a onetime funeral parlour in which Reznor had
recorded 1994‘s The Downward Spiral.
He was there with a little known support act called Marilyn Manson and a group
of extremist “entertainers“ called the Jim Rose Circus Sideshow, locked in the dead
end of Nine Inch Nails‘ Self Destruct
tour. Given that it was the tour that introduced Marilyn Manson to cocaine, things
had already been eventful.
For instance, there was Jim Rose’s beauty contest,
in which naked groupies competed to see who could hold an enema in the longest
before evacuating into a bowl of breakfast cereal that was then consumed by the
Circus‘s penis strongman, Mr Lifto. Reznor finally knew that the tour had
crossed over when Rose‘s tattooed sideshow gimp Enigma talked the Nine Inch
Nails frontman into performing a trepanation on him. You know, bore a hole
directly into his skull. For kicks. Reznor thought, “No way! I‘m not having a
dead tattooed guy with a hole in his head and brain fluid all over the studio.“
But that‘s the level it was getting to. The Only thing he could liken it to was
Vietnam - something so de-sensitising that evil
becomes acceptable.
“I didn‘t think about it then,“ says Trent
Reznor, “but we were living that album. We wound up pretty far down the
spiral.“
Four years on and Trent Reznor is looking
surprisingly well. He‘s been away so long you still expect to see the
long-haired, pale-skinned praying mantis-man from 5995, the computer geek in
industrial boots and ridiculous leather tunic who smeared himself with mud and
blood, sang about how he wanted to “fuck you like an animal“ and turned every
live NIN show into an atrocity exhibition of pain, rage and excess. Instead you
get some Calvin Klein model. The 1995 tour scars are still visible but they‘re
now on the arms of a man who‘s been spending time in the gym. Rumours that
Reznor had become fat, bald and mad have clearly been circulated by envious
industry types miffed at the fact that Mr Self Destruct now looks like Mr Self
Improvement. His dyed black hair is cut into a neat, unassuming fringe and he
wears a pair of frayed combat trousers, some old black boots and a ripped black
T-shirt.
Seated in the modest red and black lounge of
New York‘s Time Hotel, he‘s funny, polite, soft-spoken (“black coffee, please“)
and not a little wary, his piercing green eyes fixing you with a hard stare
when straying too far from the path of acceptable questioning.
Then again, he‘s got a right to be wary. A lot
has happened since Trent Reznor last appeared in public. In 1995, he worked
with his then friend Marilyn Manson, producing his multi-platinum Antichrist Superstar and crafting the
brutal, relentless, militaristic sound that would strike fear into the heart of
the moral majority. Then, as if employing a controversy divining-rod, he
produced the multi-layered rock & roll collage soundtrack for Oliver
Stone‘s Natural Born Killers. He also
created the soundtrack to David Lynch‘s hallucinatory Lost Highway, wrote the music for the doom-sodden computer game
Quake and pretty much did anything to delay work on the follow up to The Downward Spiral. The longer he left
it, the more important it became.
In 1997 Time
magazine called Reznor one of the 25 most influential people in America. Spin magazine named him the most influential man in music, while his
latest album, The Fragile, was hailed
by the American media as the most anticipated album of the last decade. But
last year Trent Reznor as the folk devil was reincarnated when two depressed
schoolkids - Eric Harris, 18, and Dylan Klebold, 17 - who listened to Nine Inch
Nails along with a lot of other industrial rock records, turned up at Columbine
High School in Colorado armed with guns and bombs and executed 12 fellow
students and one teacher before killing themselves.
So it‘s not surprising that Reznor‘s a little
less than comfortable with The Fragile
being hailed as the most important album in America today.
“I see that I'm saving rock & roll,‘ he
says sarcastically. “Billy Corgan failed, now it‘s up to me.“
He says he had a problem starting The Fragile because he was in “a weird
state of transition“. He‘d been fooled into thinking every day was a party for
him. It wasn‘t just about drugs it was the seductiveness of being seen as a
“star“.
“I looked at some shit I‘d done,“ say Reznor,
“the way I‘d treated people and I thought, ‘How did I turn into this fucking
guy?‘ Then I worked on Antichrist and
watched Marilyn Manson go back out on tour while I had to sit here by myself.
Plus I‘m a procrastinator, plus my heart wasn‘t in it. My grandmother had just
died and everyone was going, ‘Where‘s your record, you‘re important now?‘“
For Trent Reznor, 1997 meant a new life of
ascetic discipline. The year went like this: wake up at 10 am, shower leave the house, drive to
the studio work until 3am. Repeat every single day. “The only variation
would be ‘What are we eating today?‘ “ says Reznor, smiling. “There‘s something
that‘s subversively fun about that. It‘s hiding from the real world. Now I‘ve
got to get back to being a human being. Go film a video in Mexico, go to the Bahamas. My routine‘s all fucked up. Groundhog Day‘s been disrupted.“
Reznor hasn‘t listened to The Downward Spiral in a long time. He did, however, catch the
track “Reptile“ on the radio recently and was struck by how primitive it
sounded. He thought maybe he‘d lost his mind with this new album, where
everything had to be over complicated and it all sounds like My Bloody
Valentine meets Tom Waits meets Queen.
“I could have just put out another cold, angry,
machine-like record,“ he says. “It would have been safe and no one would have
made fun of me.“ The Fragile,
however, is not a safe album. The relentless combative techno metal of The Downward Spiral has been demolished
and rebuilt as a circuitous, 23-track, double-CD journey of pain, anger and
surprising vulnerability. It‘s an album that reveals an oddly human, emotional
side to Nine Inch Nails. From weird classical instrumentals to fucked-up,
chaotic songs of emotional damage (you know, for the fans) there‘s everything
on here that you could possibly want from Nine Inch Nails and more - which
isn‘t really surprising, given the album‘s ridiculous length. After all,
shouldn‘t every album restrict itself to 40 minutes? Twelve songs?
“I agree with you,“ admits Reznor. “I‘m sick of
the 20-song, two-good-ones and-a-bunch-of-shit CD, but when we tried cutting
things out they didn‘t support each other as well, but I‘m pleasantly surprised
by this album, people are already arguing over which CD they prefer.“ Like Guns
N‘ Roses‘ Use Your Illusion? Trent
Reznor does not find this funny.
For as ling as he can remember, Trent Reznor
has always wanted to make music. His most vivid memory is of looking at himself
in the reflection of his parents‘ TV, holding a broomstick and pretending to be
in The Eagles.
Born in the one-horse, one-McDonald’s farming
town of Mercer, Pennsylvania on 17 May 1965, Michael Trent Reznor trained as a classical
pianist from the age of five, practising 10 hours a day. But then he discovered
Kiss and realised he wasn‘t going to get laid studying piano with a nun. As he
got older, Reznor discovered horror films. After he watched The Omen he became convinced he was the
Antichrist, searching his scalp for three ‘6‘s. By the time he was 23, working
as a studio technician in Cleveland, he was so immersed in this world of music
and horror that, when he started writing his debut album Pretty Hate Machine, he just took his journal and started writing
songs directly out of it. “I didn‘t create a Bowie-esque persona as a shield,“
he says, “or to exaggerate the truth to make myself cooler. I wasn‘t a male
prostitute from the ghetto. I grew up on a Pennsylvania cornfield with my grandparents.“
Because of Reznor‘s upbringing he‘s often asked
where the rage comes from. Surely you can‘t have that much anger growing up on
a farm with your grandparents? It‘s a question that rankles. “Well,“ he says, tersely,
“you can. They say, ‘He doesn‘t mean this‘. Yes, I do. All I ever wanted to
write about was a way out.“
This is perhaps the main reason why the music
of Nine Inch Nails touches a nerve with American youth. Despite an outwardly
“normal“ upbringing he still felt angry enough at the world to scream “Lose me/hate
me/smash me/erase me“. It‘s a self-hatred and vacuity that every miserable
American teenage kid can relate to. Of course, such a stance begs the charge
that presenting such negative images of murder, suicide and hate to impressionable
teenage children, especially in the light of recent events, is completely
irresponsible.
“Well, I would argue with that,“ says Reznor.
“I‘d like to have some faith in people. Society can‘t treat people like sheep.
They need to make up their own minds. I don‘t feel that I‘m doing anything
irresponsible. But if I wrote a song directly said, ‘Kill yourself, kill your friends‘
and someone had killed themselves listening to it, I would feel terrible.“ That
should no longer be a worry. The Fragile
represents a significant shift away from the relentless rage of The Downward Spiral. This is Reznor
divesting himself of his armour to reveal a lonely, damaged individual.
In fact, a number of the songs on the album -
particularly the monolithic “Starfuckers Inc“, which include: “You‘re So Vain“
refrain “I bet you think this song is about you“- appear to be directed at two
celebrities who’ve wronged Reznor in the past: Marilyn Manson and Courtney
Love. While Courtney Love‘s Trent Reznor slurs are in the past (she implied
they‘d had a sexual relationship and said things like: “Nine Inch Nails? More
like three inch nails“), Manson‘s slaggin of Reznor in his autobiography The Long Hard Road Out Of Hell is more recent
and still rankles.
“I felt let down, betrayed,“ he says. “I still
do. He was my best friend. I think both of us were in strange personality
transitions and it just happened to out of control. I haven‘t talked to him in
a while but, at the moment - hurt? Yes. Betrayed? Yes. Is it all his fault? No.
Trent Reznor will tell you that he doesn‘t have
many friends. He‘s always wished for a big circle of friends but, ironically,
doesn‘t allow people get close to him. “I remember once I met somebody in
another band. He was cool and we exchanged phone numbers,“ explains Reznor.
“Later, my old girlfriend said, ‘Give him a call’. I said ‘I‘m not going to
call him, he’s not going to call me, what‘s the fucking point?‘ She said,
‘That‘s why you don‘t have any fucking friends.‘ He trails off. “I don‘t want
to talk about this anymore.“
Trent Reznor is 34. He hears a maturity in The Fragile that reflects where his
head‘s at right now. However, he certainly isn‘t looking forward to getting
older.
“Not at all,“ he says. “I just hope that when
the excuse of Nine Nails is over, I‘m not as unbalanced and incomplete as I‘ve
felt in the last 10 years.“
Is that what scares you most?
“No. I‘m scared of being alone. But,” he says,
draining the last of his black coffee, “I am alone.“
Story/Select
Magazine/Planet Syndication
Photos/K.Westenherg
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