sorry this is late, but i had lots to do when i got back from memphis... i didn't see any spooks there, but hoodoo informed me that at least one was there. i really wish that i'd known b/c the rest of the crowd SUCKED. 2 girls behind me in the pit (yes, i did manage to get someone to give me their floor tix) were talking about how their favourite songs were sweet dreams and portrait of an american family. lol. before the show my friend jennifer and i were standing around outside and this kid in a well-worn manson shirt and makeup came up and looked at my twiggy doll. he exclaimed over how it looked so much like marilyn. i explained to him 3 times that it was twiggy. he was like, "that zim guy?" no twiggy. "oh, so yeah, that really looks cool. he's supposed to look like that ziggy dude right?" i was utterly astounded. he told me that he came all the way from mississippi for this show. we waited in line for ages while people were passing out christian fliers. some were nice and weren't damning us to hell unlike this couple who screamed at us for being satanists and that going in meant we were surely going to hell. this older woman was telling us how we didn't want to go in there and that we were turning our backs on god. she was also telling us how marilyn was an evil satanist who just wanted our souls. i looked at her and said, "believe me. i want to go in there." she said that i really didn't understand b/c i was just a child. she also urged me to go to church more...so i told her that i was already at church and she got mad and grabbed my arm and tried to pull me out of line! imagine that... when we got to the front of the line (which took a bloody LONG time b/c they were really searching everyone-- they might as well have done a strip search and a full body cavity job) when they got to me they told me that i was all good except for twiggy. apparently, it's against the venue rules to have dolls. i had to go back to the car and put him away and almost had to go back through line. they also took away our ticket stubs and gave us neon bracelets instead. we had to pick them up later if we wanted them back. jen and i rushed in so we could get a good spot in the pit and somehow managed to get on the barricade, pretty much centre. it was an interesting crowd. a bunch acted as if they'd never been to a show before. a big group behind me wanted to throw their underwear and stuff and chant my third eye or something like that instead of hate/love/hate. some girl took off her knickers and was waiting for twiggy to come out. *yuck* i was very excited-- i couldn't wait for them to start playing since i hadn't seen them since valentine's day. when they finally came out i was enthralled. i'm quite surprised that i still had my voice. manson was amazing and i mouthed to twiggy and ginger that i had stuff for them in my bag. twiggy gave an almost imperceptible nod so i was satisfied. the set list and order as much as i could remember was:

angel w/the scabbed wings
cake and sodomy
get your gunn
lunchbox
dried up, tied, and dead to the world
tourniquet
sweet dreams
kinderfeld
the suck for your solution (4 lines or so)

marilyn was all good for awhile but he was dodging stuff left and right-- someone threw something that must've been icky b/c the look he gave it was ODD. twiggy stared at something someone threw at him (a hat i think) for ages while he played. marilyn busted out his bottle in sweet dreams and cut himself and people CHEERED. i wasn't amused. during "dried up" he threw out some picks and they landed at a security guard's feet. everyone begged for them and they realized how important they were so they picked them all up and sold them to the highest bidder. they even got his recorder and mic and were trying to sell them. twiggy and, i think, ginger watched him take the recorder and twiggy seemed rather amused. the rev spit directly on me twice and blinded me with his wine. he's very good at sharing, eh? later, they began "the suck for your solution" but 4 lines into it, marilyn got PISSED and threw his mic stand at ginger. it looked like ginger jumped off. then manson pulled the free end of the stand and pulled so the drums started sliding down the platform thingy and the lights went out. i knew it was all over, but i kept muttering, "as long as the lights stay off we'll be fine." the lights came on maybe 5 or 10 min. later and the crowd was a bit upset. first, we chanted 'manson, manson' then after a few min. of that they got mad and started yelling 'fuck you!' and 'refund' after that. an older security guard noticed my devastation and told me a short cut to the buses and to hurry, so jen and i bust it out and stand around in the rain waiting. pogo and zim came out after awhile and walked to the buses and kind of waved before they got on. a roadie came out to talk to us and was laughing b/c manson was inside going schizo and yelling at everyone-- cussing them ALL out. then he went back in to talk to marilyn and came back out later and said he'd bring our stuff in so they could sign them since they weren't going to do the afterparty (neither would i after all that chanting crap). some girl wanted her bra signed and another wanted her panties and the roadie was like, "hell no!". he brought most of it back signed but there wasn't time to do them all so people got upset and started going 'man, fuck manson' again. the roadie saw my doll (i got it out of the car on the way to the buses) and told me it looked just like twiggy and was very impressed. he went in and told twiggy to come out and look and he said that he would, but ended up not being able to. ginger came out and waved. i waved his present at him, but he couldn't get it and the roadie wasn't there then to hand it to him so....then marilyn came out and didn't even look at us so this girl yells to him that we still loved him. he stopped and looked us and waved. some were still muttering 'fuck manson' though. twiggy came out last and i waved the doll at him. the roadie was with him and pointed me out. he asked the roadie to get it from me. i really didn't want to give the doll to him since i worked so hard on it and i thought i should give it to him myself so i told the roadie to tell twig that i'd give it to him myself at the next show i went to. he laughed and said okay. he got on the bus and it started up and pulled out. we cheered as it went by and marilyn must've felt better b/c he gave us the sign of the beast as they drove off. by the way, the pervy security guard gave me the recorder after everyone left...

Juliana