Thursday May 14, 2009

Mailbox: Groupie vs. Fanboy

This is a little off-topic, but I thought it was good enough to share. I had some time to kill yesterday, for the first time in a while, and I got the following email from a Texan who goes by Irit Staff:
Is Trent Reznor too fucked up to care anymore? I keep reading one bad NIN/JA review after another. What the hell happened? Why is he twittering? I don't care much for Twitter either. Why is he allowing his new gal to smear his business all over the web? She's poison. I've lost my faith in him, I thought he had better sense than that shit.

Now, I've gotten a few emails from people who are upset over the thwarting of their destiny to get hitched to and have babies with Trent Reznor, and I usually ignore them. But like I said, I had time to kill, so, engage!
Trent posting to Twitter is having zero effect on his ability to put on a good show. Him having a girlfriend is also having zero effect on NIN putting on a good show. Assuming you've got a ticket for an upcoming gig, you'll see this for yourself.

Irit then goes on to tell me what he thinks about Trent's girlfriend, how he believes Trent is "back on dope", vehemently denies that he is gay, that I've created a fantasy around Trent Reznor, and after I told him that I didn't think he was gay, but that I thought he was a girl, he got really upset, telling me
If you contact me again, I will contact your employer and have a little conversation with the head of your company. No joke, that's how I roll.

I must have touched a nerve! That last line gave me douche chills. Anyhow, I wanted to send an email to Irit and let him know how laughable the notion is that anyone in my company would care about the rantings of a groupie and my replies, and it's okay to be gay, or to be a woman (aw shucks, or both!), but he asked me to not write back to him. I hope that when he does call my work, we put him on speakerphone and have a good laugh. If he needs to show them a copy of our conversation, I've put the whole thing online here. You know, in the interest of full disclosure. "No joke, that's how I roll."