The old guard were slowly replaced by a new crew. The overt satanic tones gave way to a dark humor only achieved by those who are struggling in the abyss with novel tools to create something real.Īfter Quake and Quake II id began to change. It required your brain to work and to fill in the spaces with imagined shadows and barely heard whispers behind a maelstrom of chainsaw buzzes and flying gore. In the dirty, fuzzy output from id and NIN was something perceived as sharper and more real than the individual bits. And later offerings became almost too literal, too shiny, too real. Earlier games and music lacked the fidelity to move you emotionally in the way Quake and its soundscape did. In much the same way the DOOM and Quake games pushed the boundaries of what the technology was capable of to render pixels representing the darkest depths of horror and pain. Those visits to New Orleans resulted in a collection of sound effects and music which lived out on the edge of what could be done with organic and meaty sounds in those early days of digital music. Coke is bad.” Muffled laughter from the group. “I think that girl just offered me cocaine.” To my side someone spoke in a “daddy knows best” voice. ”Do you want a line?” seemed an odd question from the girl who’d just exited the bathroom in front of me. Many an insane night ended at Checkpoint Charlie’s. “Work” on the sounds and music for Quake consisted of daily review of newly produced sound effects by the hundreds, a break to watch super-deviant porn until someone wretched, the production of child-like anthems and mini musical bits to be broadcast around the studio for the amusement of all, swamp tours, Cajun food, and marathon bar hopping across the watering holes of the French Quarter. Charlie Clouser, Jeordie White (Twiggy Ramirez), and Manson materialized willy-nilly in the labyrinthine corridors of the building complex. There were a ragtag collection of collaborators and bands in league with the NIN crew. Filled to the brim with every imaginable electronic music toy and tool. The studio was a fun-house like something run by a deranged Willy Wonka. “And that’s Trent’s place,” as he pointed at a neoclassical mansion. “Anne Rice lives there,” said Chris as we passed Victorian mansion. Whisked through the streets of the Garden District towards the Nothing Studios on Magazine Street. Picked up at the airport by Chris “Podboy” Vrenna in his Volkswagen Cabriolet. The first trip to New Orleans was, like all the rest, surreal.
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At that moment I already had a sense we would work together and returned to the id studio full of energy and excitement. We did an awkward round of “love your work”and promised to find a way to continue talking about games and music. But we knew and loved the music and were excited to meet Trent for the first time. The game stopped when a flying video card nearly decapitated Dave.Īt the show in downtown Dallas we were out of our element. Myself, John Romero, and Sean Green, had just finished a round of “PC Card Ninja” – flinging discarded computer equipment at a sheet-rock wall until a hole large enough to fit a head through had been made. “Them boys need to take their Ritalin,” muttered the cleaning guy as he swept up piles of broken audio and video cards from the floor outside Dave Taylor’s office. But there was something special about NIN’s music which even before the invite we knew to mesh with what we were developing. John and I would take turns blasting Pretty Hate Machine alongside cohorts such as Manson, Meat Beat Manifesto, and Depeche Mode.
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“Nine Inch Nails is coming to Dallas and the developers at id Software are invited to the show.” The id offices were frequent stage to Trent’s music.
That anachronistic precursor to the digital wave upon which our games and music rode into the ‘90s. The music, sounds, visuals, personalities, and technologies merged almost perfectly. There really couldn’t have been a better soundtrack for those days of fast cars, violent deathmatches (both in the games and in real life), unbridled expressions of intelligence, ego, masculinity, curiosity, and discovery. We were all channeling an intensity, dysfunction, rage, excitement, and creativity which perfectly meshed in the final product. Of course a Nail Gun would be invented so that the Nine Inch Nails “NIN” logo could be plastered on an ammo box full of nails. A group of techno wizards working to open the digital gates to hell from within Suite 666 of a nondescript office building in Mesquite, Texas end up collaborating with a band of digital maestros occupying an old funeral home 500 miles away in New Orleans, Louisiana.
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