My ears are ringing off the hook, my throat is raspier than a bastard file, and my neck needs a damn good cracking. What is wrong with me? I went to the Marilyn Manson concert last night, and had a shockingly fantastic time. Not owning any of his records, or even being familiar with very many of his songs (apart from the Matrix one, the one about drugs and the beautiful people one), I really didn’t know what to expect.
My sister actually paid for me to take my 16 year old niece (who has recently taken to wearing an actual dog collar and flowing gothic clothes including a witches cape). Anyway, the cut a long story short, MM sure knows how to put on a show and his concert went off!
I’m also proud to pass on that Mr Manson assures us that he’s been to all kinds of places in the world, but there aren’t any motherfvckers as dirty as the dirty motherfvckers in Canberra.