Manson - Concert @ Roy Wilkins Auditorium - St.
Paul, MN - 10.31.98
is Deader... or Maybe It's Just Unconscious
thinks you are a devil worshipper.
pre-Vatican II Irish catholic grandmother douses you with
holy water each time you enter her icon adorned home.
priest hisses, screams, and brandishes a crucifix whenever
you enter the church.
You are accused of being in a gang, doing drugs, and committing
acts of vandalism by the school authorities of countless Texas
Your favorite Goth-shock-rock celebrity misses the last step
off the stage, is knocked unconscious, and can not perform
the finale of the October 31st concert that you paid money
to go see.
pretty damn unlucky.
a Marilyn Manson fan.
a fan of shock rock and all that has to do with Marilyn Manson,
I attended the October 31st concert in St. Paul at the Roy
Wilkins Auditorium (also known as the River Centre). All the
freaks came out to play that beautiful All Hallow's Eve, from
the Anti-Pope (a pope look-alike adorned with upside-down
crosses) to the group of droogies straight out of A Clockwork
Orange. The stage seemed to be set for the appearance
of the Biggest and Greatest Freak of them all (this is not
meant to be derogatory, but rather in praise), Omega, the
New Model No. 15 himself.
kicked off at 8:30, despite it's billing at 8:00-- bands LOVE
to keep you waiting (the bastards). The opening band was the
relatively obscure Twelve Rounds. Their sound was a culmination
of punk rock and heavy metal -- not a new idea. Their female
vocalist reminded me briefly of the snake android chick from
the movie Blade Runner; she was a novelty for about
two seconds, and then you just wanted her dead.
okay, the band wasn't that bad. it's just that all of their
songs sounded pretty much the same, the vocals were less than
audible, and I WANTED TO SEE MANSON! Their one redeeming quality?
The keyboard player. He was jumping around toward the back
of the stage, looking like that Harry character from "Third
Rock from the Sun." He amused me.
out of the smoke and blazing guitar chords (after a twenty
minute wait) came Marilyn Manson in all his blue-sequinsy
alien-chick glory. Thus began the two part opera (originally
three parts), beginning with "Mechanical Animals."
be noted at this time that I was in the balcony seats. NO,
that does not mean I am a wimp of any kind (I love the mosh
pit as much as anybody), it only means that I actually wanted
to hear the music being played, and see the band on stage.
I've been in enough brutal mosh pits to know that you just
can't hear the music when you are stuck between five sweaty
hear in a mosh pit is comparable to what you hear when you
are swimming. When you come up out of the mosh pit, you can
hear everything-- the screaming fans, the wailing guitars,
the heavy industrial beat-- then, in a split second, you plunge
under the waves of sweaty fans again, only to hear the intense
muffled sound of feet and bodies thrashing against each other.
balcony it was apparent that many fans were experiencing just
that. Waves of people swayed back and forth to the music,
the lights distorting their faces, all just hoping that the
next time Manson spits water into the crowd, some of it splashing
onto their sweat-streaked faces. . . The songs were played
with a bit of heart and soul. "The Last Day on Earth" made
us of the snow machine (previously used during the song "Apple
of Sodom"), while "Mechanical Animals" featured Manson on
stilts (as he did previously during the song "Kinderfeld"
during the Antichrist Superstar Tour). The new twist added
to this tour was the huge sign that flashed the word "DRUGS"
during the song "I Don't Like the Drugs [But the Drugs Like
Me]. Flashy, bright, and gaudy-- It was straight out of Vegas,
Ramirez, as always, was a bit aggressive with the microphone
stands, and Ginger Fish, as always, was less than visible
(such a travesty!) while Pogo (a.k.a. M. W. Gacy) stood above
flashing television screens above Manson, who seemed to be
giving it his all.
he did. As you all probably have figured out by now, after
the second finale, Manson was knocked unconscious and the
concert ended early. Surprisingly enough, I didn't even care.
This show was a spectacle, and most assuredly one of the best
I've ever gone to. I wear my "Rock is Dead" T-shirt with pride.
you Manson fans, take a break from your devil-worshipping
and gang related activities, and see the show! I'm sure you
have enough money stashed from selling all that heroin to
those damn Texas authoritarians, busting our drug deals!)
watch out for that last step. it's a doozy.