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As soon as I'm gonna be done with collecting all the garbage from the backyard I'm gonna have to rent a truck and drive all of this to the dump.
Steve moves back and forth from guitar to keyboard and synths and then back to guitar the entire show.
Steve va y viene de la guitarra al teclado y los sintetizadores y luego vuelve a la guitarra durante todo el espectáculo.
je commence à me dire que c'est le son de Garbage qui n'est pas fait pour le Zénith.... and, again, a huge THANK U to my fav. Swede for the tickets ^-^
Subhuman
Supervixen
Queer
Girl Don't Come
As Heaven Is Wide
The Butterfly Collector (The Jam cover)
Not My Idea
Trip My Wire
Milk
Fix Me Now
My Lover's Box
Sleep
A Stroke of Luck
#1 Crush
Stupid Girl
Dog new Tricks
Only Happy When It Rains
Vow
___________________
Kick My Ass (Vic Chesnut cover)
Driving Lesson
Cherry Lips
Push It
i have a hard time with female singers. my music collection is sorely lacking in this category. the thing is, i'm not a big fan of the cutesy, squeaky, victimy voice that most pop singers have these days (although if you ask nicely, i can mimick it pretty well). so while i may have an occasional britney or katy perry song (for running, mind you), they aren't staples like: cyndi, or alanis, or madonna or stevie nicks or heart. all who have unique voices - are strong, resilient, yet contain within that enduring ability to be vulnerable at the exact right moments (think the whisper quietness in cyndi's 'true colours', the voice breaking at the 4:02 mark in madonna's 'bad girl', the raw unapologetic honesty in alanis's 'thank you', all of fleetwood mac's 'landslide', and the agressive pleading of heart's 'crazy on you'.)
they have a tempered power that's not overbearing (like say a Xtina - who despite being one of the most powerful vocalists of our generation is physically draining to listen to after a while because the levels are constantly pushed past 11).
you all know how much i love cyndi (just finished reading her autobiography and
have so much more love and respect for her afterwards - but more on that later),
well back in the day i had the same love for shirley manson.
being a woman in a field dominated by men is difficult to say the least. you have to constantly prove yourself, put up with all kinds of insults and misogyny and able to hang tough with the boys while playing/singing twice and triple times as hard to get noticed. i think this is why quite a few female artists resort to oversexualizing themselves - it's a shortcut. there's nothing wrong with being sexy, but after that you gotta have some substance to back up what you're actually saying - the message you're conveying.
(i think a lot of the problem with most of the female vocalists on the
pop charts these days is that they really don't have much of anything *cough cough* to say - please
look up the latest Xtina single if you don't believe me -oh hell, let me save you the trouble,
it's called 'fuck your body'. subtlty is officially dead, kids.).
i connected with ms. manson because of her ability to pick and choose her vulnerable moments. overall she's full on bravado - eff you if you don't like me -kicking, stomping, shouting, but there are surreal moments when her vulnerability and softness flow through you - you can literally feel the heartbreak in her voice (and while i give adelle props for being a fan-effing-tastic singer, i minus points for the unbelievability factor. i don't buy what she's singing/selling. i know the story, i know it's real, i just can't believe it because there is no realistic vulnerability - there's no breaking, it's all so smooth and structured and controlled - there's no element or even implied element of chaos...all that singing comes from the same polished place -at a distance - let me tangent here and compare any adele song to ''milk'. you can not listen to 'milk' and not feel what she's singing - especially
"i am lost, so i am cruel, but i'd be love and sweetness, if i had you." because along with the vulnerability there is a snarky edge to that line that makes it believable. it's the sweet honey dripping sarcasm of someone who's hurting incredibly, and it's sung with just enough subtlty that
if you don't pay attention you'll completely miss it - ) throughout the garbage catalog there are tracks laced with undeniable swagger, but what keeps me coming back are the underlying layers - the ones that show a woman can be opinionated, brave, pissed off, compassionate, uncertain, political, steadfast, demanding, loving, heartbroken, lustful, and dammit fucking vulnerable as all get out without anyone labeling her as a 'victim'.
it's kick ass, and it kicks your ass at the same time.
the band played for almost two and a half hours last night - running through tons of old stuff.
although i have mad love for the first two garbage albums, they are still a bit difficult for me to listen to and hearing all those songs was incredibly painful at first. i was almost stoicly trying
to hold myself together - playing boomerang with my demons, no doubt. but as soon
as she said "shoot to kill and you'll pop them off, BANG BANG!" that's exactly what i did. it doesn't
mean i don't think about the memories i associate with those sounds, or that i've buried everything
under layers and layers of distractions, it just serves as a reminder that everything i've been through makes me what i am today, especially the dark times. it took me about 35 minutes into the set before i
cracked a smile.
(i say that, but later i completely lost it during "the trick is to keep breathing" - completely.lost.it.)
full on.)
earlier i'd checked a setlist online for one of my all time favorite garbage songs, and sadly didn't find
it listed on any...so it took me a while to register that they were actually
indeed doing '#1 crush'.
back in the day, as an icebreaker, i used to ask people:
"if you could be one song, which song would you be?"
if someone asked me in return, my response was always: '#1crush'.
vids too big (without you) for flickr, so the above link up there goes to my youtube channelthingy
where you can watch the whole song as it was done last night.
("i would twist the knife and bleed my aching heart" - how does that not make you feel a
twinge in your chest at the 1:54 mark?).
and while i'm not a huge fan of the new garbage album, those first two
albums will always stick with me.
during the last half hour of the show, the band took requests - i think they half assed
through about 3 or 4. had ms. manson asked me, i would've politely requested
as heaven is wide from the first
album.
nothing else says it better.
except for perhaps
not my idea (of a good time) -
the irony of which was lost on many.
/if you're going to sing, i need to believe in you.
/i'm not worried about alanis, but i do hope bernard sumner has been practicing. =)
/thank you, india.
A sampling of my extensive childhood Garbage Pail Kids collection. See original size for more detail.
Pokemon circa 1989.
Spent a weekend with my parents and found a small time capsule in the loft in the form of a shoe box filled with, well, stuff. Among which was a stack of Garbage Pail Kids stickers. These are just a few of them.
Idea for a new photo series: garbage cans in the backs of fancy restaurants. This one is on North Lincoln in Chicago