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 "People might be surprised to know that Trent has a beautiful dog which sleeps in the bed with him and is treated like a person because she’s such an adorable creature," NIN keyboard wiz Charlie Clouser says. "And that Trent is particularly gentle with his pets. Maybe you wouldn’t think that the Dark Lord would be a pet lover. We’ve got lots of pets around the studio. We’ve got three or four dogs." Quelle: The Remixfiles

Quelle: Details Magazine, April 1995

This is called the Self-Destruct tour. On the road, Trent Reznor tells me, he goes through phases: "Self-destruct mode, repair mode and then enjoy-life mode. Followed by self-destruct mode." Just before Christmas he felt himself nudging toward self-destruct mode then something pulled him headlong into it. He and his golden retriever Maise had been together for three years. She was visiting him on tour. When he came offstage in Columbus something was wrong. "Come right now," they said. "It's Maise."

Maise had been playing. She had jumped over a railing expecting there to be the same ground on the landing side as the leaping side. It was fifty feet down. Trent hurried to the vet's. Maise was struggling to get up, but she couldn't. Her back was broken. There was nothing anybody could do except the only thing we know how to do when we can't mend something.

That was a bad day. Mr. Self-Destruct came to stay for a while after that. Over the last few years Trent has stripped his life down. Everything that might have mattered apart from Nine Inch Nails he has either rejected or made it reject him. When he went on tour he didn't even have a home to go back to. Maise was his last link with a life you might call normal. And now she was gone.

But the tequila was there. And the cocaine was there. (Cocaine isn't the sort of drug Trent favors. His idea of a drug experience is to take psilocybin mushrooms and cycle through Louisiana parklands sucking in the experience. But cocaine can make you numb and sometimes numb is the easiest way to feel.) And the wheel turned on down through the mad, dark days and out again.

Quelle: Details Magazine, April 1995

Q: Which kiss will you remember forever?

Trent: (extremely long pause) I don’t know.

Q: Are no kisses coming to mind, or various kisses?

Trent: A variety of ones that are pretty high up there. It’s the combination of the right environment and the right set of lips.

Q: So it’s a ranking problem rather than a memory problem?

Trent: Yeah (a lengthy pause) From my dog, Maise, licking me in the mouth, after I had passes out drinking. I was sleeping with my mouth open and Maise never does that normally (he nearly always speaks of her in the present tense)

Q: Do you kiss back?

Trent: A little kiss back. I prefer to kiss her on the side of the mouth rather than getting right in. It’s kind of incestuous, you understand, because she’s part of the family.