I know they’re doing a coin toss every night to see who “headlines”, but I want to know how many times QOTSA’s won versus NIN. Anyone know?
|—||Josh Homme introducing himself to the audience - 6th March 2014 (via cassabian)|
Things On My List of Do Not Want To Have To Do But Did Anyway Because I’m A Good Person: calling the non-emergency sheriff number to tell them about an old guy pushing a shopping cart in the middle of the street who we nearly plowed into driving home. I hope they find him and get him somewhere safe.
I gotta stop looking at posts in the Marilyn Manson tag. I keep have simultaneous reactions: “OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!” and “Ooo, I remember that!”
That first reaction is a rhetorical question. I know what happened. It’s just hard to see the results.
Halloween - Ken Taylor
(Random Side Note: when I took my Rogers foil print in to be framed, this dude walks in with the above print in a solid black frame, black matted, with a thin orange fillet inset. It was fucking gorgeous. He had a whole zippered folio of prints with him (I only saw the Tyler Stout RotJ print - he was having it framed) and I wanted so badly to run over and be all PLEASE LET ME BASK IN THE GLORY OF YOUR COLLECTION but I didn’t. I think he’d also brought in a framed foil Blade Runner print but it was mostly covered by a moving blanket so I didn’t get a proper look at it. He had at least a thousand dollars in prints with him. It was amazing.)
We had to design a book cover as part of our final for digital illustration, and I chose Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wind In The Door! The character here is Proginoskes, a “singular cherubim”.
15 years ago, around this actual time, I was standing outside the Rose Garden, having a complete and total panic attack. Y’see, I had a ticket to the then-infamous tour line up of Marilyn Manson, Hole, and Monster Magnet, who were playing that night. Yet, because I was still new to the concept of “meeting people from online in the real world”, both the girl who had my ticket and I had failed to realize that we might need a description of each other to recognize one another.
This was also before smartphones, and I don’t think I even had a cellphone at that point. I was 17 and that was a “luxury” my parents wouldn’t consider.
Basically, it was by complete luck that I stumbled into her sitting on a bench in the courtyard. I think we almost cried; I remember being near tears. But as soon as we got inside and bought cotton candy, found our seats, and settled in (missing the majority of Monster Magnet’s set, unfortunately) things were a-ok.
God, what a night. I was there to see Manson & co, not Courtney Love and her then-famous band. Hole played five songs, at most, the rest of the time was spent by Ms Love hurling insults at the crowd (though, calling us “503’ers” was one of the most hilarious insults ever shouted at a crowd - our area code is insulting to us?) until she stormed off and refused to come back. At the time I didn’t feel bad, as I was glad I did not have to suffer through more songs I had no interest in. Reflecting back, I should have had more sympathy for the mailing list girl who had driven all the way from SLC to be there, and (more importantly) made it possible for me to attend. Oh well.
The concert itself is blurry in my memory; pretty much the only clear mental image is of Pogo, with his keyboard swinging from ropes run to the rafters, playing the last notes of Speed of Pain, while snow drifted around him and covered the dozens of light sticks scattered on his riser. It was his 35th birthday that night. Today he turned 50. (And I’ll be 33 in two months.)
I have the above photo in poster form, bought at the merch table that night. I think I subsequently spilled orange juice on it (accidentally…?) and Ginger Fish took the brunt of the damage, but I’ve still got it…somewhere.
And thus concludes today’s moment in history.