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I Bleed for This? 015
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---------------------------- I Bleed for This? ------------------------------
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Nine Inch Nails Interview
Appreciated by Snarfblat and Jason Farnon
NINE INCH NAILS
_WELCOME TO TRENT REZNOR'S HOUSE OF PAIN_
By David Sprague
Request April 1994
Headline Quotes -
Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails has done everything he's ever wanted.
Too bad he's still miserable.
It should come as no surprise that, two months before the release of
_The Downward Spiral_, the first Nine Inch Nails album in nearly five
years, angst auteur Trent Reznor is in the throes of a serious identity
crisis.
"I'm always a little bit depressed, and I should probably go to therapy",
Reznor admits, before adding with a smirk, but that would ruin my career.
Interview -
After spending much of the past two years holed up alone in the studio,
Reznor has emerged with a collection of songs that a handful of
previewers have dubbed everything from this year's answer to U2's Achtung
Baby to commercial suicide, neither of which sits particularly well with
a psyche racked by a volatile blend of neuroses and perfectionism.
"One of the main questions that plagued me as I was working was, `Is this
any good at all?' " says Reznor, sitting in a cafe a short walk from is
rented Hollywood Hills home. "I'm not really sure. I think I've taken a
chance: It might be a more marketable or ever a better record if it had a
_Head Like a Hole_ stuck on it, but I can't speak objectively at this point."
"I've had a couple of people say, `I like this, but I don't think the
general public will.'I know what [they] mean - I liked _Broken_ [a
caustic 1992 EP that entered Billboard's Top 10 its first week], but when
I put it out, I thought I'd alienate every one of my fans, and I think
subconsciously I wanted to because I'd just had enough. For that, I got
a Grammy."
Reznor overcame more than music - industry conservativism to pick up that
award, which is still packed in a box awaiting his eventual move back to
New Orleans, a city he became enamored with during a 1991 sojourn. Not
long after the 1989 release of Pretty Hate Machine, Nine Inch Nails'
debut that went platinum and established industrial music as a force to
be reckoned with, Reznor and his label at the time, TVT, locked horns in
a battle that rapidly escalated from pissing match to legal war.
"I basically had a nervous breakdown," he says. "I realized that as cool
as Nine Inch Nails was, it was probably over at that point because we
were in a real bad situation with the label, which I'll just say
completely repressed me in every way artistically. There was no way I
could do another album. The average person may not realize how concerned
I am with how Nine Inch Nails appears, in terms of what our covers look
like. When you're hooked up with a company that is doing everything they
can to push you in a direction you don't feel comfortable with,
everything becomes a big issue."
He goes on to insist that TVT, particularly its president, Steve
Gottleib, tried to push the band down a more commercial path than Reznor
had mapped out. Reznor cites arguments over videos, singles, and tour
support, and insists he wasn't paid royalties due him. So while the band
(which at that point consisted of Reznor plus hired guns Lee Mars,
Richard Patrick, and Chris Vrenna) played the first Lallapalooza tour -
racking up enough new fans that it outsold headliners Jane's Addiction by
a wide margin at the merchandise stalls - Reznor called a strike against
TVT, refusing to record or even make contact with the label and launching
vitriolic assaults against in the media.
While Gottleib has steered clear of public comment on Reznor's jibes,
simply stating, "the record would seem to speak for itself," he agreed to
be interviewed at TVT's New York City offices, the walls of which still
display plenty of memorabilia touting the departed Nails. "As a label,
we've always looked for very self-contained artists," Gottleib says.
"We've never told any artist, 'This is your image, this is the video
director we want you to use.' "
"I'm not aware of Trent having ever been in an argument with myself or a
staff person about anything. I have never seen or heard about him being
upset with anyone at TVT. Trent, as do all our artists, worked with the
people he wanted to work with." While he declines to get into specifics
about the breakdown between the parties, the personal aspects of the
split clearly have affected Gottleib more than the complicated financial
arrangements, which ensure TVT will receive a sizable portion of Nine
Inch NailsÕ publishing royalties.
At the time, the pressures of newfound popularity likewise were closing
in on Reznor. "If you'd asked me before Pretty Hate Machine what my
ideal career would be, I'd have said that three or four records in, I'd
like a gold record," he says. "I'd have like time to hone my craft and
get an audience that, over time, would grow. If I had to pick a career
I'd like to mimic, it'd be the Cure, or Depeche Mode even. They've pretty
much stuck to their guns and their audiences have grown steadily. I
thought [Pretty Hate Machine] was really good for the time, and I still
do. But when it came out, I had very modest expectations. Plus, TVT
thought it sucked and told me if I sold 20,000 it would be a miracle."
Gottleib calls that recollection a 'categorical falsehood,' pointing to
an intensive marketing campaign that was launched months before the
album's release and continued through its chart success. He's adamant
that he personally _loved_ Pretty Hate Machine from his first listen.
"Given the enormous effort and enormous amount of money we spent on
promoting Pretty Hate Machine, it's obvious that we were passionately
committed to both the artist and the record," he says. "Every request
Trent made was granted 100 percent, and relative to the success level
that was there at the time, the amount of support was probably greater
than is typical."
Even that modest 20,000 might have appeared to be out of reach for a
seemingly average, slightly shy kid who had a penchant for Kiss and Pink
Floyd while growing up in Mercer, Pennsylvania, a town of about 2,500 in
the state's rural northwest corner. Reznor's fascination with the latter
group, and later with the Cure, led him to take up the piano, an
instrument he soon swapped for an electronic keyboard. Just out of his
teens, he joined his first band, the Innocence, an unremarkable combo
with a repertoire heavy on covers of such bands as Journey and the Fixx.
The band's only single, the earliest recorded evidence of Reznor's
musical career, sports a sleeve adorned by a photo of a young Trent with
said keyboard slung jauntily around his neck.
To Reznor's credit, he takes such pop archeology in stride. Rather than
deny his past (a la the Black Crowes' Chris Robinson) or attempt to
justify it (like Dr. Dre), he acknowledges the band's mediocrity and
points to it as evidence to his need to escape small - town life. "I
don't have any problems with my background," he says. "My family was
cool, but you see cool people and cool things on TV and there was
absolutely nothing to do in my hometown. The coolest thing was the
opening of the new McDonald's. In a place like that, it becomes
ingrained that your expectations should be less because that's all you
deserve."
Reznor's first post - Mercer stop was brief: a stay in Erie,
Pennsylvania, where he joined up with a new wave band, the Urge. After a
few months, he moved the 100 miles to Cleveland, where he attended
college, majoring in computer engineering (one classmate remembers him as
'a really nice guy, a little preppy even'), and took odd jobs, first in a
local music shop, and then as an assistant at Right Track, one of the
city's plushest studios. "I cleaned toilets by day so I could have
someplace to work on my music at night," he recalls. "But Cleveland
wasn't that bad. It's lacking in some things, but it provided a good
place for me to get my shit together."
Besides working on his own music in seclusion, Reznor was active in a
long succession of fairly varied bands around Cleveland; the on that
probably reached the largest audience was the fictional Problems, a
celluloid-only combo that provided counterpoint a the tail end of 1987's
Joan Jett/Michael J. Fox movie, Light of Day. At the time, Reznor was a
member of a popular local band known as the Exotic Birds, and his screen
presence wasn't that far from his nascent musical attitude, which he
laughingly describes as 'fickle synth-pop idiot.'
That capriciousness led him to stints in Slam Bamboo (a fey electro-pop
band with which he also did a single) and, more interestingly, Lucky
Pierre, a dark, moody combo with roots stretching back to the halcyon
days of the Cleveland underground. That band's leader, Kevin McMahon,
has maintained contact with Reznor, who will release the first record by
McMahon's new group, Prick, on Reznor's custom label, Nothing.
"The bands I was playing in weren't really my taste, in terms of what I
would have written, but it was a challenge to step out of what I liked to
see if I could play it," Reznor says. "I didn't dislike what I was
doing, but it wasn't remotely close to what I would have done on my own.
I like AC/DC's old records, but I'm not going to play something like that."
On his own, Reznor developed an aesthetic largely shaped by Chicago's Wax
Trax label, particularly the work of another synth-pop refugee,
Ministry's Al Jourgenson. Reznor says that, despite the solitary nature
of his Nine Inch Nails debut, he would have preferred a more
collaborative setting, but insists, rather dolefully, "every time I ended
up asking for help, I ended up disappointed and having to do it myself
with time wasted." (A source who became close to Reznor on the tours
that followed Pretty Hate Machine says he had a dictatorial streak wide
enough to mark a superhighway.)
Ultimately, Reznor dismissed the original NIN lineup, only to recall
longtime roommate/high school pal Vrenna more than a year later. "His
role in the studio is more an assistant that anything: If we need a drum
set taken into 30 different rooms and sampled, he'll do that. He'll
listen to five movies a day looking for ambience that evokes a texture,"
he says of the drummer. "But most importantly, he understands where I'm
coming from."
"What I'm trying to do is challenge what is accepted: I think if a belief
passes a test, it's ultimately worth more," Reznor explains, eyes
darting about the room. "I realize that I'm working within the
parameters of the music business. If I didn't want to sell records I
wouldn't be on a record label. But although I like bands like Test
Department and Coil, less song-oriented bands, I'm fully aware that Nine
Inch Nails works within the context of writing songs with choruses and
hooks. That gives it a certain degree of commerciality, and I think
that's a good platform to slip in some messages that are a bit subversive."
Reznor certainly managed to do that with the much-discussed, little-seen
1992 video for "Happiness in Slavery," a clip that depicted cystic
fibrosis-stricken performance artist Bob Flanagan being strapped
(voluntarily) into a device that sexually assaulted, dismembered, and
killed him. While he rated the video as _not great_, Reznor admits to
taking pleasure in the furor surrounding its release. He denies,
however, that the more extreme moments on The Downward Spiral, like the
emotionally draining title track with its point-blank suicide note, are
designed to shock for the sake of shocking.
"I had some reservations about [that song] being on there. I realize
that I may have to go on trial one day if someone kills themselves with
it around. Is it the most responsible thing to say? No, but I'm not
saying to go do it. I think if I wanted to, I should say, "Go do it,"
he says, taking a long pause to collect his thoughts. "But I think the
worst thing in the world would be someone hearing this record as an
endorsement of suicide. It is absolutely not that; it's a moment that
worked in the context of the story being told on the record. I have a
degree of discomfort about it, just like I have a degree about saying,
"Kill me" [in the coda of _Eraser_] on a record. There are a lot of
insane people out there.
"With this new record, I'm exploring subject matter that's not real
uplifting, and some people will say, "Oh, you're so depressed, don't you
ever feel happy?" Of course I fee happy, but it's like if I was a
director, and I was directing a movie about some heavy, sad topic. At
the same time, Nine Inch Nails is a pretty accurate reflection of how I
feet at the moment. If next week, I was to get married and feel
completely happy and calm and placid, then it's time to stop the band or
take a different direction. The only personal rule I ever made up-and
when I did Pretty Hate Machine I was just learning to write songs-was to
convey how I feel. People may like it or think it's whiny or ridiculous,
but it's how I feel."
If that's the case, then in early 1994, Trent Reznor feels betrayed,
bothered, and more than a little bewildered. Whereas Pretty Hate Machine
presented a unified collection of songs that railed against the
everamorphous _system_, straying only slightly from well settled
industrial-pop subject matter, the self-loathing Broken took things one
step further. "I wanted it to be one bleak moment, one splash of acid on
the skin," he says.
But on The Downward Spiral, things arent quite so simple. In the
numbingly harsh emotional and physical violence os songs such as _March
of the Pigs_ and
_Big Man With a Gun_ Reznor slips with ease from the role of victim of
that of perpetrator. The themes aren't all that different - _Hurt_
explores drugs as a means of escape, _Heresy_ vents Nietzschean vitroil
against God, and several songs rail against the evils of authority-but
the album's dynamic range is striking. With songs spanning prewar Berlin
decadence (_Piggy_), sexy, INXS-style groove-rock (_Closer_), and ambient
quiescence (_A Warm Place_), the album should challenge the perception of
Reznor as a mere industrial showman.
"I could see that we were about to box ourselves in a corner of 'Look how
hard we are' and keep having to out do that, and that's not me," he
says. "That's in me, but I've got more to say than that. It was also a
decision to get away from verse - chorus - verse - chorus - middle -
verse - chorus - end; every song I'd ever written had that structure.
Bowie's Low was a gigantic influence that I just discovered. Some of
those songs you start listening to and it fades out and you say, "That's
weird. Were there any vocals in that?'"
In order to capture a bit of that Thin White Mood on The Downward Spiral,
Reznor and coproducer Flood (who also worked on Broken, although his
contributions were largely mixed out) called in guitarist Adrian Belew,
who was in town working with Paul Simon.
"We just said, 'We'll play a song, you play whatever you want on top,'"
Reznor recalls with a chuckle. "He'd say something like, 'What key is it
in?' and I'd be like, 'I dunno, probably E. Just play anything.' We
started him on _Mr. Self Destruct_ because it was the harshest thing we
had and we wanted to put him through the wringer. He was awesome; I've
never seen anyone play like him, with such a command of the instrument."
Aside from Belew's contributions (and a few percussive fillips from
ex-Jane's Addiction drummer Steve Perkins), the 14 songs that make up The
Downward Spiral came straight from the Macintosh Quadra that anchors
Reznor's home studio. While acknowledged by those he's played with as
preternaturally capable of mastering most any instrument he picks up,
Reznor's reliance on computer generated sound has drawn some catcalls
from rock purists. In one of the terse biographies he's written for the
group, Reznor sneered back, "Nine Inch Nails is still not a real band
with real people playing real instruments."
"I'll tell anyone who comes to see us that we use tape on stage, we use
synthesizers, and most of it comes out of a computer," he says. "You'd
be surprised, if you sat in on a Metallica session, how much of that
comes out of a computer, but people don't want to know that. It's all
just marketing."
On paper Reznor's outlook may seem unflaggingly mordant, but the sense
one gets from meeting the slim, almost frail 28-year-old is that he is an
introverted young man still not equipped to deal with the scrutiny of
ravenous fans and prying journalists. Over lunch, he displays a sharp
sense of humor at the expense of Danny Bonaduce (who holds court loudly
at the next table) as well as himself. "I'm always a little bit
depressed, and I should probably go to therapy," he says, adding with a
smirk, "but that would ruin my career."
When pressed further, however, he muses that the bunker mentality that
allows him to stay sequestered in his studio for days on end springs in
equal parts from his perfectionism ("I'm happy with maybe one of every
five things I do") and a need to escape from an outside world that's made
him skittish since adolescence. He grants that such reclusive traits
aren't necessarily a boon to an artist of his stature, as borne out by
his promise to deliver The Downward Spiral by the beginning of 1993,
which he now recalls as 'me talking out of my ass.' As deadline after
self-imposed deadline passed, Reznor found himself unable to complete
anything to his liking. "I was working for the wrong reasons, just to
get it done and get out of L.A. and tour," he says.
As last year dragged on, his new patrons at Interscope began to get antsy
as well, and started setting deadlines of their own, which Reznor, true
to form, ignored. The delays may also have been, he hints, his way of
testing Interscope's loyalty, as if ponying up a sum rumored to be well
into seven figures to free the Nails from the TVT contract wasn't enough.
"Absolutely," he nods. "We were basically slaved into this label, but as
fate would have it, Interscope has been really cool. They give me money
to do a record and let me do it. We work outside of them and basically
treat them as a distributor. They show respect for me and my work, which
I appreciate."
However, Reznor does have some doubts about his first dealings with
Interscope in his role as CEO of Nothing, which he runs along with his
manager John A. Malm, Jr. Headquartered in Lemko Hall, the plushest
building in Cleveland's gentrifying Tremont section (an enclave just
south of downtown that once provided a dirt-cheap crash pad for Reznor
and Vrenna), Nothing has a roster that is set to include Prick, Coil (a
long lived atmospheric/industrial band led by Peter Christopherson), and
Florida's Marilyn Manson.
It's the third group's often scatological, violent debut, which Reznor
produced, that has given Interscope pause. Enough pause, in fact, that
the label has refused to distribute it. "That's Ted `Mr. No Censorship'
Field talking out of both sides of his mouth," Reznor says, smirking.
"He stood up to the system for Snoop Dogg, but this is just too much for
him." Reznor and Malm have been given the opportunity to shop the album
to other companies, but the singer says, with more than a trace of
empathy, that he doesn't want to treat the band as a guinea pig.
With the first Nine Inch Nails tour since the 1991 Lollapalooza trek
looming on the horizon-for which he's assembled a new band that includes
Vrenna, keyboardist James Wooley, guitarist Robin Sinck, and
multi-instrumentalist Danny Lohner-Reznor seems less self-assured that he
appears to be when manically prowling concert stages. He's the first to
admit that, as stated eloquently in the new album's _I Do Not Want This,)
Nine Inch Nails might have grown past the point he can handle. Perhaps
the most telling line in that song's litany of dissatisfaction-indeed,
perhaps the most revealing on an album filled with soul-baring moments-is
the simple concluding entreaty, "I just want to do something that matters."
"I feel that way sometimes in fits of desperation and frustration," he
says. "I want to make some impact, whether it's being a star or shooting
a president or having a successful relationship with someone. I'm not
sure what I want to do, but I want to matter to some degree to someone,
or to myself."
He stops toying with his sandwich for a moment and grins, mostly to
himself. "You know, I feel fortunate to be able to do what I do, but I
don't feel content like I would if I'd surrounded myself with a bunch of
good friends in a good situation in a place I like to be. The biggest
revelation I've had about my own life is that I've done everything I've
wanted to do and I'm still pretty miserable."
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