VFest, Day Two

OK, here’s my coverage of day two. Check out the photo of Trent Reznor. He looks shockingly like Matthew Fox (the doctor from ‘Lost’) with his shaved head. I kept expecting him to start rambling on about islands and going home and smoke monsters. Actually, that would have been kind of awesome.

I enjoyed this assignment, but not nearly as much as everyone at the concert seemed to think I should have enjoyed the assignment. It was weird: about a half dozen people came up to me while I was writing in my notepad, asking who I was working for. Then they all said something along the lines of “man, I wish I had your job” or “how do you get a job like that!?” And all I could think was: I am working, you know. I only got to see two sets in their entirety all weekend. I was both sore and exhausted after things wrapped up on Sunday. It wasn’t all fun and games.

(As I explained to one of my friends: “Seriously: I worked like, 30 hours this weekend. And, without exaggerating, I’d say I walked 7 or 8 miles just going back and forth between stages. It was absurd.” To which he sneered: “Ohhhh yeah…that’s right. Being a rock journalist not as glamorous as it seems, I guess.” Whatever.)