I was all set and geared up for some industrialised noise screeching through my core at the Nine Inch Nails gig tonight, only to find when I arrived at the Luna Park box office, that the damn show has been postponed. A wee bit disappointing but “thats what I get”. Looks like I’ll just have to wait for tomorrow night’s show, to witness the dread and suffering of nails being driven into our souls. The big top at Luna Park is a pretty good venue, the last time I was there was for a Nick Cave gig and my ear drums near burst with the double drum kits beating the doom and gloom of Cave and the Bad Seeds. Let’s hope the NIN show will go ahead, the lady at the box office said tomorrow’s show is confirmed while the Saturday gig is still up in the air. I saw Trent and the boys last time they was ‘ere, I think it was 2005 and the night brings back memories of my foot throbbing with crystalline urates, piercing the joint of my heel with its fragments and shards and my stomach churning with Colchicine cramps. This time around there’s no sign of gout so I’ll be better able to mosh and thrash around while contemplating Year Zero and the end which has begun.

What I need is a night out. Out from these walls, walls which suffocate me in their wretchedness, away from this screen that glares at me with its inhuman pixelated face. Away from vibrations of radioactive waste pulsing to the beat of fossil fuel, carrying the energy to drive the root DNS into being. As if it were a double helix, some mutated DNA that encodes itself into the consciousness of its host, a virus invading the minds of all it comes into contact with. “The great destroyer” weaving its web into the abandonment of sociability by posing as a new age cult naming itself social networking, electronic synaptic tentacles eager to grasp its prey from evolutions snail mail order with designs to shape a neo evolution into a reversal of existence, back to “Year Zero”. It will be good to get out before its too late.