Nine Inch Nail's Trent Reznor Brandon Bowen Trent Reznor is not a Vegas kind of guy. Yet here is Mr. Self-Destruct, clad entirely in his signature black, a 5 o?clock shadow peeking through at 11 a.m., sitting on the worn leather couch of a green room inside the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino. ?It?s a nice, dark room,? he says, sipping on some kind of green health drink. The place is bedecked with gaudy rock & roll memorabilia, and photos on the walls sport everyone from Ozzy Osbourne to Marilyn Manson flipping the bird.