Dear Trent Reznor,

I just read the news that Bonnaroo will be your final performance in the U.S. And I just wanted to say thank you. My first concert wasn't a Nine Inch Nails show, but it wasn't far off. In fact, if things had been different in high school, I might have seen you even earlier. My sophomore year, I had a ticket to see you at the Bomb Factory in Dallas, Tx.

That weekend coincided with the beginning of a curfew for people under 17. And knowing my luck, my parents probably were wise to keep me home. I was never a particularly bad kid, but I had the worst luck and always got busted at everything. I did not appreciate this at the time. But I do have a shirt, which my best friend got for me, who later became my husband. 

We've been your fans longer than we've been together. I wish we'd been able to come see you one last time... for old time's sake. But I do have a parting gift; when you released The Slip for people to download, I noticed one song matched a cartoon on the Internet Archive almost exactly. I posted it last year, just for fun. And I hope somehow, you get a chance to see it. You wrote the themes that played me through high school and college. Your songs were in the background when my husband and I met and fell in love. And maybe that doesn't seem romantic to folks who prefer folk or country, but love can also rock. It's only a little thing, but it's the least I can offer in return for my youth's soundtrack.