12/2/95, The Masquerade, Atlanta GA.
Hands down, the most beautiful, elegant and clueless club
of the tour. The Masquerade is a handsome stone building
(coyote guesses an old mill) in three stories: downstairs
is Hell, the dance club with DJ; Purgatory in the center;
upstairs, where live bands play, is Heaven. Ceiling painted
with blue sky and fluffy clouds, angelic choirs on the
soundtrack. Yeah right great. Problem is that the place is
clearly more used to Goth/alternative type bands than to
a show this active and violent, and the bouncers just aren't
up to it. Crowd gets completely out of control, and stagediving
is even allowed, something I've not seen anywhere else.
So it's not as much fun as it might've been. (I'm carrying
around what's probably a greenstick fracture of the right hand
thanks to these guys, so I don't feel too forgiving...)[actually, it turned out to be only a dislocated finger.]
But the set was fine, strong and tight, with the newer songs
again the highlights, plus a neat surprise - about half of the
Stooges' "Dirt." Bit worried about the Rev when I realize that
what he's been spitting onto the floor is neither saliva nor
crushed lipstick but vomit; the carpet's splattered with it.
Oh dear. He holds up fine, though, despite apparently having
had to puke again between set and encore. --We'd been in
breathless dread lest one of these damned stagedivers get onto
the stage, as Manson's known to hate that; luckily none did till
during the encore. He did it up big, though, floundering all
over the front of the stage and even rolling over the cube
before lurching off to the right. The Rev went completely ballistic,
swinging one of their trussed mannequins in a huge helicopter circle
in probable attempt to brain the intruder, then (having missed)
slung the mannequin straight into Ginger's drumkit and followed
it with the *other* one before storming off. (The imperturbable Fish
just dodged both assaults and stood, or rather sat, his ground.
--We saw him afterward in Purgatory =), drink in hand, cheerful
as ever, looking not at all like a guy whose boss has just
come within an inch of breaking his neck. What a gem he is.)
More dress notes: Daisy looked v.sharp this time in a new outfit,
shiny dark brown/burgundy tailored pants and shirt with neckscarf.
Doesn't sound nearly as cool as it looked, which was very.
Becoming quite the fashion plate, our Dais...
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