That is to say, Pretty Fuckin' Long!

Let me first start by saying that this undertaking, that of telling you how the show was, will be a very frustrating task for me. This because it was *so*fucking*great* that I can't put into words! But I'll try 'cause I love ya! <>

Manson and Clutch in New Orleans, Rendon Inn. Clutch sucked shit. 'Nough said...
The Rendon Inn was like a big fuckin' livestock stall. No lights, but for the stage lighting, cold as hell if you were near a door. Weird, but not a bad experience... Dale(my housemate) and I wandered NO for the afternoon. Had lunch *and* dinner at my fave restaurant, Old Dog New Trick cafe... Wonderful, as always!
All day I was getting psyched up for this show. Way hyped. At about 8.30(show starts at 9.00), we started heading to the Inn. Drove to Anne Rice's house to kill time. Then headed on. Got there and there was a moderate line. Not bad. Cold as fuck though, so we went back to the car. Drove to K&B Drugs for some makeup. 49 cents, you can't beat that! Went back to the Inn, parked, and proceeded to change in the car.
Dale kept saying that the cops were gonna get called any minute, because it probs looked like "two naked guys were having sex in a car, in a public lot." We were only changing and I told him to relax, It's New Orleans...
<> Anyway, dressed and made up, we headed in. I was wearing a knee-length blue, pleated cheerleader skirt with a red V-neck sweater, white athletic socks, and canvas converse, black. Hair in pigtails, matching "blackish red" lips and nails, and *of course* black eyeliner<>. *I* think I looked good! Got lots of compliments too!<> Dale had on a long green summer dress with a yellow cardigan sweater and whore-pink lips and nails!

It was COLDASFUCK in the line, which we were in for about 30 minutes. By the time we got into the "barn," Clutch was two songs from over. Longest two songs of my life. I can't help it, they just weren't any good...
They went off and it remained dark in the stall... No lights. They played "A Manson Family Opera" while the roadies did their thing. Enjoyable bit of interlude music... When the Manson boys came out, it was fuckin' great. Opened with Organ Grinder, and the fun didn't stop until R-N-R Nigger! I can't even begin to describe the sheer niftiness of the experience! So I won't, because you all (or most) know what it's like!
Highlights:
They sounded so good! Better live than most bands I've seen... NIN compares, but I wouldn't venture to say who wins at sound quality.
Speaking of... Mr. Reznor was ten feet from me for *most* of the show! Unfortunately he was in the little "sound pen" and I was right in front of it. Not in it with him and his sizable entourage... The Rev.'s stage presence, both literally and figuratively. Fig because he was just sooooo powerful and intense! Lit because what is that fucker,7' tall??? And a creepy-as- hell guy too! Love him to death, but damn it would freak me out to wake up to him standing at the foot of my bed... <> Now Ginger, well...<> I did manage to catch Twig's water bottle, one of many tossed into the crowd by he and Mr. Manson. A lil' souvenir... Still a drink left in it too!<>
I could waste a whole *lot* of time talking about this, but my hands are saying, "Huh-uh fucker, you can't type..." I did like though, the burning of the Amerkin flag at the end of the show. Fun, fun, fun... Though, I was mildly... Um, repulsed(???) when he told everyone to spit on him. Maybe I'm just a pansy, but I was damn glad that I wasn't in the first few rows, 'cause it (ya know, phlegm!) was *everywhere*! After the show, I was hangin' around looking for a chance to meet Ginger, when I literally accidently found him! I was waiting outside, when I said to meself, "Tim, you're in a skirt and it's 30 degrees. You're going to die." So I *ran* back in to try and catch the vendor so that I could buy a sticker(which I didn't get to do) and as I re-entered the bar, there he was! Lookin' around like he was lookin' for someone. The he turned to go and I ran up to him and met him. Like that. Complimented him, a little *light* fawning (so sue me), and professed my love for him. I don't think he took that last part too seriously though... <>
Then Dale and I meandered about the place, whilst I received what I perceived to be "The Eye" from a cute lil' piece of candy at the bar. She looked young, but then...<> Nah, the venue was 18 and up. I was too hyped from the "meeting" anyway to be bothered with the grrrl. Cute though...<> Later on, Dale and I sneaked back into the "holding pen" (which guards were guarding by now) and managed to meet Madonna. Well, that's *about* it. Wandered around some more then drove back to Pensacola...
Boy, those coffee stops at the truckstops were filled with stange looks. You'd think that they'd never seen a cute lil' goatee'd cheerleader before!<> Well, that's the abridged(believe it or not!) version of our exploits with Manson in the Big Easy! Have Fun!
Bya.
---Vegelicious