The anteroom of Trent Reznor’s home studio is as anonymous as a doctor’s office, save for the life-size sculpture of a banshee playing a keyboard. As I wait for Reznor, a guy named Jacob introduces himself and offers me a Fiji water from a big fridge. After a moment, Reznor comes from around a corner, shakes my hand and disappears back down the hallway. No one mentions the banshee but artwork lines the walls, most of which appears to be original work for various Reznor projects, including the iconic cover art for Nine Inch Nails’ 1994 masterpiece, The Downward Spiral by Russell Mills, which includes the artist’s blood. Five minutes later, Reznor comes back around the corner to lead me to his studio, a large room tidily filled with musical instruments. There are so many analog synthesizers packed with wires it looks like a server room. It’s lit in a James Turrell-esque blue and purple glow. He offers me a seat at “the commander’s chair,” a comfortable black recliner situated in front of a 10-foot long mixing board. It also stares onto a large video screen that he and his NIN bandmate, Atticus Ross, use to play films while they’re scoring them. Their work covers a wide array of cinema, starting with David Fincher’s, The Social Network (2010) to Sandra Bullock’s high-concept, Netflix thriller Bird Box (2018) to Jonah Hill’s nostalgia vehicle, Mid90s (2018). Hundreds of thousands of dollars of equipment is around me, and I carelessly put my water bottle down inches from away it all. Reznor is pretty nice about it though, when he politely asks me to move it to avoid any accidents. Dressed plainly in a fitted black t-shirt and dark blue jeans, he looks like a fashionable dad from suburban Pennsylvania, which technically, he is. Limber and relaxed, he looks at least a decade younger than 57, especially since he hasn’t really stopped working for the past 35 years.
Either that part of my life is over or I just die.
It’s a career most musicians would envy. He was only 24 when he released Nine Inch Nails’ debut album, Pretty Hate Machine (1989). It gave us “Head Like a Hole,” a searing synthesis of industrial, techno and punk with a disgusted Reznor bellowing out the provocation to: Bow down before the one you serve/You’re going to get what you deserve. Despite its blistering sound, the song was a hit. In its music video, Reznor looked feral and hot with long hair and dirty clothes. When he screamed, I’d rather die than give you control, it could’ve been about money, or parents, or school, or politics, but listeners heard something that resonated with them. That Reznor—while making such confrontational music—found such a wide audience, points as much to his aesthetic as to the strength of his songwriting and arranging. He’s a creative mega force but he’s also an incredible technician, able to coax layers upon layers of sound from an ever-growing array of machines. His lyrics, often plainspoken, are potent without being sloganeering. Not coincidentally, he’s also very good at rhyming. Most of NIN’s early work was about antipathy towards the world and its inhabitants. Take “Wish,” a single with David Bowie from their 1992 EP, Broken I put my faith in god and my trust in you/Now there’s nothing more fucked up I could do/Wish there was something real wish there was something true/Wish there was something real in this world full of you/I’m the one without a soul I’m the one with this big fucking hole. It reeks of disappointment, yes, but also of desire. Reznor makes plain his repulsion but he also seems desperate to find solace from it. You could map your own 90s struggles onto his music as needed. Whoever or whatever oppressed you, Reznor created anthems