As you've read from angelynx's report, it was a pretty unfun night all around. However, I've got one amusing memory of it, happened pretty early in the set, before things had truely *gone bad*....

That show contained the most hysterical performance by god Gacy that I've been witness to. Picture, if you will... It was one of those nights where the keyboard is an evil bitch, and does everything in its power to make its master look like a fool--the fact that Pogo was clad only in boots and the black rubber undies get-up with the *ahem* impressive appendage that Manson wore on the NiN tour didn't help.. (yes, you're visualizing this on MWG; good. Now, hold that image; it gets better). The night was set off by his first encounter with the chicken-legged keyboard; they had been laid neatly end to end across the keys. It was pretty dark, and he put his hand down...eeeww. *Such* a look of disgust... he spent the first few lines of the opening song doing the 'dead rat' thumb and forefinger hold on mutiple legs and tossing 'em way quick into the audience (from whence, of course, they came flying right back...), and proclaiming in a high, shrill, unnatural voice "Chickens suck dick!!" repeatedly. His night went downhill from there. The keyboard cut out early on--there was a frantic switching of disks, and poking of keys and buttons--nothing. Cussing it out didn't help, hammering on it with his fist, nope, kicking it--all negative. However, the last kick *did* provoke the stand to collapse, and he tossed the keyboard to one side, grabbed the naughty stand, and bashed it into the stage a few times, screaming "It's BEYOND fucked-up!!!". Well, this sort of treatment is well known to repair dammaged equipment, and, sure enough, as soon as he got it set back up, and plunked the keyboard on it, it went down again. He wrestled with it for quite a while; the latch was indeed, beyond fucked-up, and it merrily collapsed everytime. At some point he'd gotten it turned around so that the chain which was strung across the front as decoration was now facing him--somehow, somewhere, in his contortions with the damned thing, he'd gotten *between* the chain and the stand...
The evil stand saw its chance to get revenge on its tormentor, and when it seemed MWG's temper could get no worse (he was now intent on beating the shit out of it rather than getting it to stand), it suddenly sprang from its prone position, and closed up on him. Well, not exactly on *him*, more like on the black rubber appendage... He stepped backwards, trying to get away from it, but didn't realize (yet) that he was held in place by the chain behind him. Said chain nearly trips him over backwards, except he's held upright by about ten inches of black rubber...the stand, going in for the kill, will not let go--the rubber addition in its main joint seems to have provided just the right amount of tension to thoroughly jam it. He twists a few times, and becomes even more hopelessly entangled in the chain. Hop goes Pogo, listing badly to the right (and, coincidentally, toward the drumkit), his balance becoming more precarious with each hop.
Hop, Hop. Sara looks worried. MWG is now leaning at a 45 degree angle, kept upright only by the weight of the stand, still hopping backwards/to the right toward the drums, and screaming for help from the road crew. Just as he reaches and takes out the nearest cymbal one of the mysteriously missing roadies does appear; with a deft hand he extricates the now-panicking keyboardist. The two of them get the stand, now tired of its bloodthirsty game, to behave as a stand should, and not as one possessed, and manage to get the keyboard into somewhat working order (for the time being. In a few songs it will misbehave again, and get bashed to flinders, and replaced by its identical twin).
All of which probably took longer to type out than it did to actually occur...

This, and the memory of how much pulverized meat was in our hair after the show are my contributions to this tale....

--coyote--