Nine Inch Nails, that's who. Specifically, Trent Reznor.
Listening to NIN always takes me back to happier times -- my college days -- and reminds me of my best friend from college, Laura.
I remember the times when Laura and I would put on our flannel shirts, matte lipstick and our black biker jackets (I still have mine somewhere) and go bar-hopping to places like The Shelter. Or go tooling around in her VW Rabbit. I was so into grunge music -- the whole Nirvana-Lalapalloza-Doc Martens-Flannel-wearing attitude. Yes, my friends, your pink-loving friend used to own a few flannel shirts. Believe it or not. I swear on my copy of "Nevermind". And you better get that reference or we are going to have to break up. Times were so fun back then. She is the one who introduced me to NIN and for that, I'm eternally grateful.
I also remember the time when Laura came to my house and we were outside with my little brother, and he saw Laura's NIN sticker on the back of her Rabbit..."What does N, I, backwards-N mean?" UH...DUHHHHHH. Nine Inch Nails, Dumbass! As if!
But back to Trent Reznor. Have you seen him lately? Who knew that behind that "I-was-Marilyn-Manson-before-Marilyn-Manson-existed" was a hot piece of angry man beef? I mean seriously, y'all. Look at him. Go ahead. I won't judge you if you stare. I promise.
So thank you, Trent Reznor, for all the angry music, and especially for getting that membership to Gold's Gym. The world is certainly a better place for the ears AND the eyes.