While I am here... I took a whole day of my life to go to the show in Cleveland. I must say, I didn't like the show.

There were so many elements that made it not very pleasureable to me. One of those being the start of the show with Reflecting God. I mean it is one of my favorite songs, and one that I need to be worked up for, I cant just go right into it. So that was the first thing. Second, I thought they performed Mechanical Animals in a very lackluster way. The stilts did nothing to improve the song at all. I was sickened to hear Sweet Dreams come right in the Marilyn part of the show... That was really upsetting, but I will admit that I love the little guitar fun that goes on at the end of the song. The Omega part of the show was fun. I was amused by the antics and stuff like that. But when user Friendly came, i thought I was gonna throw up. umm, the dancer/singers had no coordination with each other. They were jamming and not following each other too much. And I was just pissed at the part where Manson started slapping the womans ass and stuff. i wasnt expecting something like this, and it made me sad.
I thought that putting ACS in the show was stupid. It is so meaningless not I think. At least to me. The show ended too abruptly, and the crowd was incredibly lame. 12 roundss were TERRRRRRRRRRRIBLE. I loved the tackiness of IDLTD though. That was cool, the flashing lights and that. But overall I have realized that he has really moved into a new place, and one that I dont really care for.

No matter what I say about the show itself and my personal feelings towards the band now, I will say here and now that the musicianship is fucking incredible. The vocals were WONDERFUL. I loved watching John 5 jump around. He looks so fucking excited to be up there, and he was just so awesome. Gingers drumming was amazing, and twiggy had a keyboard... The band has never sounded better in my opinion.

I guess its just a matter of growing from your favorite band. Or them growing from you.

That's all.


The trick is to keep breathing,
Melinda