Through a strange turn of events that are completely irrelevant here, I found myself at Barrie's Molson Park, mainly for two reasons: to mosh (which I had discovered that I loved the week before at Lollapalooza) and to see just what the fuck Marilyn Manson was. I think it's safe to say that at the time they weren't a household name. Anyways, me and four of my buddies arrived at the park at 11:00 am and spent an hour "partying" in my van before going in, because the gates didn't open until noon. On the way in, I got my first glimpse of "Manson" as we passed a T-Shirt stand. Amidst all the NIN and Soundgarden shirts stood the now legendary "Satanic Army" shirt, the Monroe/Manson eyeballs shirt and many other discontinued designs. The words "I am the God of Fuck" caught my eye and only heightened my anticipation of this new wonder.
By the time we got in, we had learned that even though the gates opened at noon, the show didn't start until 4:00. It was boiling hot out that day, so we sat in the pit area and prayed for rain, but it never came. About 3:00 a drunk guy hurled all over the pit, so we had to move over and I made a mental note not to mosh in that area, no matter what. About 4:00 or so, You Am I took the stage. By now the crowd was extremely pissed off and You Am I didn't help any. They sucked. The crowd just stood there and looked at them. It was so bad that the drummer through his drumstick into the crowd and barely anyone even moved to get it. I was praying a mosh pit would break out, just so I wouldn't have to look at these guys, but no such luck. Anyways, they finally finished their set and then came the prophetic words "Thanks alot for coming early to listen to us, Marilyn Manson are next." With that announcement, You Am I left the stage, and me and my friends hit the porta-potties.
If you've ever seen a Three Stooges cartoon, then you've seen my first reaction to Marilyn Manson. The 5 of us were making our way single file through the crowd, with me in the lead, when for some reason I looked at the stage and saw the Rev. It was like when Mo stops and Larry and Curly bump into him. My buddy told me later that he was singing "The Family Trip" but I didn't even notice. All I saw was this man who looked so much like a 16th century witch-hunter or something, standing there, convulsing. Once I'd regained my composure, I dashed for the pit and witnessed the best show I'd ever seen. As far as I can remember, the rest of the band was dressed very similarly to the back of the "Get Your Gunn" CD. Daisy had the exact same hair and orange pants, Pogo had his 'satanic school-boy' look. Sara Lee had on the 'Satanic Army' shirt, and I really don't remember what Twiggy had on, cuz he was dressed as a man. I didn't much care for him at that point, but that's all in the past.
I don't really remember the songs, cuz I didn't know them at that point. I do remember "Cake & Sodomy" 'cuz of the "God of Fuck" line. And I imagine they played "Get Your Gunn" (I know they did) cuz I remember the Rev. screaming "Hallelujah Mutha Fuckers" and Pogo would play the "Goddamn the lord" sample over and over and over again. "My Monkey" was intro'd solely by the "Raise up children kill your Moms and Dads" sample being played numerous times.
For me, the high points were the filth he yelled at the crowd. My fave was when he crawled up on the box and said "There's alot of grade 8 stinky pussies out there today. Why don't you boys roll me up one of those 13-year olds so I can put my whole fucking arm in her." I swear, the whole pit looked at him in shock for a second and then cheered so loudly it wasn't even funny. If I'd been a 13-year old girl, I would have ran for my life at that point. The Rev. spit on the crowd, threw water bottles at us (I almost got hit in the head) and generally hated us. I'd never seen a band like that. When the closing number came, (I can't remember what it was!! You have to remember, I'd never heard of them before) the Rev. finished his singing, threw the microphone to the ground and stomped off. Everyone else did the same when their turn came. As soon as they finished their part, they just took off their instrument (if there names were Daisy or Twiggy) and threw it to the ground. They didn't smash it or anything, they just threw it on the ground like they didn't give a fuck at all and left. It was fucking wild!!
So anyways, Pop Will Eat Itself played a great show, Reverend Horton Heat blew, NIN blew Soundgarden off the stage. I ran into a couple of my friends from back home in the crowd and they excitedly showed me the autographs on their arm. I think you can all guess who's it was and I can't bring myself to repeat it. Another girl I know (who is just as big a fan as I am) will not speak to her old best friend for this reason. This girl (the friend)was leaning with her back to the barricade at the far right side, by the medical tent, later in the day. She was wearing a bathing suit with jean shorts. Anyways, someone on the other side of the barricade licked her back!! She spun around just as the Rev. smiled at her and walked backstage again. As I was leaving that night, I stopped at the T-Shirt booth and found with no surprise, that all the MM shirts had been sold. I forked over $30 for the NIN teeth/salt trail shirt and went to the van. As I was sitting in the back of the van (with the hatch up) I slowly took off my docs and casually watched 5 guys beat the fuck out of some other guy. I had to laugh, if you'd seen it, it was funny. I stripped down to my boxers, put on my sandals and began the hour long drive home (after making my friend get out and get me some street-vendor hotdogs, my favourite food). For the next month, I tormented my girlfriend and anyone else who would listen with tales of Marilyn Manson, the concert and my newly purchased copy of POAFF.

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