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Somtimes, I wish I kept a better journal back in the day....

Anyway, I was feeling nostalgic, so I thought I'd write about of my best-remembered and fondest halloweens...

10/31/00- Marilyn Manson- Kansas City

I found out about this concert quite some time ago, and having then heard some advance-released songs from the new album Holywood (mp3 downloading from Napster was at its height back then, and I was downloading like crazy on my then-new computer), I had become something of a "born-again" spooky kid (having faded out a little since Mechanicacl Animals)... I missed out on his shows in Wichita during his Antichrist Superstar days, and I was going to be damned if I was going to miss out on this opportunity... on Halloween no less... My dad let me use his credit card to order the tickets online, and got them mailed to me.... It was somewhat odd that the concert was being helf BEFORE the release of the new album, but then again, with Napster, I had most of the album already downloaded anyway, besides, it was good to have a little bit of a surpise in store....

As I was getting ready for the trip, I was somewhat concered with the weather starting to get a little cloudy... but no rain fell, thankfully... I started up the car, but unfortunataly, it was not starting... the battry was all dead... not having anyone else to call, I called my mother who eventualy stopped by with a spare battery, so in case it stalled out again, I'd have a way to jump it... There was somewhat a sense of satisfaction that I felt, given that for the past few years, she has gone out of her way to keep me from going to concerts like the one I was going to, and then she was going out of her way to get me there....

For my costume, I got dolled up in my Twiggy Rameriz Shirt-dress, which I hadnt worn in almost 2 years... it was a little tighter than I remembered, but then again, I probably gained a little bit of weight since the last time I worn it... I also put on my red/black lined tights and aviator cap.... looking almost something like Manson's cap from the beautiful people video... lol I was so proud of the outfit....

This was to be my 3rd trip to KC... this 1st one being earlier that spring to attend a comic convention, and the 2nd to help lil' Lisa Coogias' dad pick up a car in KC... by that time, I was well familiar with the road back and forth... the whole way down, I was so excited, I could barely contain myself...

Marilyn Manson, my all time favorite musical group/artists... in high school I found their work expecialy inspirational, as it reflected many of my sensibilites of the time (and continues to do so to this day), the power of the music, the performances, etc, I have always found so uplifting, so inspiring... its one of those things that cannot be propperly or accuratly confined into the restrictions of words... it has to be experienced.... And, after all this time, I was finaly getting my chance to do so...

getting into the city, it was about rush hour... from what I was to understand, it was being held at the kansas city speedway... not knowing where it was, I had to rely on my map and my own intuition (which has been and continues to be surprisingly reliable)... I met heavy traffic in the city, but coming out, the speedway I found was to be in the country, the woods...

It was so beautiful... the weather was perfect... deep in fall, all the colors of the dead leaves... the sky a cool, clear blue, the moon full... the scenary, almost like out of the blair witch project... it was perfect....

getting there, it was appearnt that I was early... much to my disappointment, I didnt see any protestors presant.... I was soooo looking forward to counter-harrassing them, etc.... but what was a small disappointment compaired to the rest of the night? I WAS THERE!

At the show, there was a costume contest going on... with an entertaining assortment of costumes... there was a group of kids dressed as the gang from Clockwork Orange... there were some half-naked dominatrixes, wearing nothing but leather straps, and Buckethead!... and of course there were the unimaginitive kids wearing just make up, or the typical pirate, ghosts, goblin costumes... not original, but still entertaining enough...

At the gates, there was some very stric security guards there, doing rigerous pat-downs... fairly standard I suppose, but those buckets by the guards, filled with contraband that had been confiscated, wasnt looking very inviting... but what did I care? I WAS THERE!!!!!

The stage... was larger than life.... I cannot even begin to fanthom how large it was.... maybe about..... twice as big as the average movie screen... the whole time, they were playing My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult's "Confessions of a Knife.... over and OVER again... its a great album, but even great albums can get overplayed....

The 1st thing I did was buy a t-shirt (which of course I still have)... there was no way in hell that I wasnt going to.... I NEEDED something tangible to remember this event by.... I brought a camera, but by dumb accident I left it in the car.... and the guards would not let me out and in to retrieve it... so, having no place else to put it, I put it on under my dress,,, and that, later, would be my undoing later in the night....

There were even a few people I regonized from Wichita there.... includding Tyson, Kevin, Brian, and etc... not really people I was too familair with at the time, but none the less, familair faces that were good to see... we hung out for a bit, but mostly, I just wandered around, taking in the sites.... it reminded me of the local Oz-fests that would be held in wichita... open air concerts with two stages for local acts and maybe one big 3rd-tier national band.... made me long for those days (which back then really were not that far away)

I was supposed to meet a person I met on the net there by the name of crystal... I never did run into her... later I found out she got grounded and wasnt able to make it out... a bit of a disappointment, but nothing that was too shattering... what did I care for a minimal disappoint? I WAS THERE!!!!!

Cold and Union Underground were the opening acts... not bad per se, but unremarkable, considering that Manson's past opening acts included such bands as L7 and Rasputina.... my, how the mighty had fallen... made me feel a tad bitter about missing the shows while they were in their prime... but then again, with the quality of available bands in the year 2000, one cant fault them too much for having unremarkable openers... besides, most opening acts are never meant to be any good....

The winner of the costume contest was announced later that night.... the winning costume was... a guy dressed up as a potleaf, beating out this really good grim-reaper with the costume'wearers head in a shopping cart... there was this guy standing next to me dressed up as chef boyardie, and we starting complaining about how the winning costume won, not by originality or technical skill or creativity, but by popular appeal... a good conversation (and that guy DID look EXACTLY like Chef Boyardie, the mustache, the scarf, etc)

Then... the show began.... I made the opportunity to get up close to the stage.... it started getting a little more crowded than I was used to (which were Wichita concerts mind you, which are much less crowded than KC concerts)... 1st, eerie silence... then, we all heard chanting... it was somewhat hard to make out what was being said,.... it sounded like hoarse whispering of a bible passage... it sounded so wonderfully creepy... and then... COUNT TO SIX AND DIE... an insturmental version of the song... soft, quiet piano, crescending to one point, as if a ball is tossed into the air, and just hovers there for what seems like an eternity..... then CHAOS.... the crowd just exploded into a frenzy... I had to fight and stuggle for every footing... it was a few seconds before I could even recognize the song: IRRESPONSIBLE HATE ANTEM... and then, there he was.... Mr. Mason... only a few feet away.... Twiggy, Pogo, Ginger... even John 5.... all there and in person... and me, the deadpan apethtic person that I normaly am, was screaming at the top of his lungs like a teeny-bopper at a backstreet boys concert, or a teenage girl at the height of beatlemania.... singing along, embracing the chaos of the crowd, as if it were an ocean, just letting it swallow me hole....

The start of the second set, The Death Song.... I had to get up there... I had the closest people hoist me up, and started crowd surfing.... and there I was... literly inches away from Mr. Manson... so close that I could almost touch him... and then, down go my glasses.... I reach to try and catch them, abruptly dropping from the crowd, but it was no use... the glasses were gone... and I had to fight to keep from being sucked in to what was a almost a gravity well of moshers and other fallen crowdsurfers... if I were to have fallen in, I would most certainly not make it back up....

At that point... I started getting violently sick... dry heavys... dizzy... I couldnt see or think straight... I had to get out of there... It would not be easy... I was deep in the pit, and the crowd was less than kind... some girl even violently pulled my hair... evently, and perhaps luckily, I made it out alive... and went off into a nearby can to try not to vomit... it turned out that the intense heat of the crowd, coupled with my layers of cloathing, had dehydrated me quite a bit, cauing dry heaving and etc... there was an event staff person, who looked at me, asking if I was going to be sick in a somewhat caring voice... I looked up and weakly said "I think so"... then she coldly said that I would need to get sick in a special "sick" area a little to the left, so there I went....

No vomit came out, and one of the beer vendors was kind enough to let me get some icewater from them... I got my bearings, and was all ok again... but the glasses, gone... all I could see on stage, were fuzzy images... but it did not matter... I could still hear the show, and after being as close as I was, I could be content with just being there, and enjoying the show....

The stageset, from what I could see, was amazing... not as grand as it was from Antichrist Superstar, but still amazing... One of the songs, Crucifiction in Space, he was on these very high stilt-like things... probably a platform, wearing a long dress... on Saint Valentine's Day, he had on a full papal uniform... there were some great sermons as well too, including such topics as elections, farms screwing their sheep, people who would rather stay at home reading the bible than go out for halloween... During 'Lunchbox' there was at least one false start, but it was covered very well.... the closing song was Reflecting God... it was so perfect... the full moon, the crowd, and the fact that after everything I was still there, still enjoying it... then the show was over.... There were of course some songs that I wish he played (Antichrist Superstar, Get Your Gunn, Crypt-Orchid, etc) but some songs that I was very glad he did play (The Death Song, The Great Big White World, Tourniquet)... what an evening...

Ashley and our then-friend Emily made me promise to bring them some type of memoribilia... I managed to get them a sweater I found discarded, some police-blocking tape, and am empty can of mase (which means that it was used, of course), and I think a raincoat also... Its always amazing what one can find after a large concert on the concertroom floor... I started looking for my lost glasses, then came to the realization that given my eyesight, the crowd, and the lighting, there was a slim chance of me ever finding the glasses... and even if I DID, they would be in no condition to be worn with any effectiveness...besides, I had a spare set of shades in my car... I ran into my group of friends from Wichita, and briefly discussed the show... I mentioned I lost my glasses, then one of them replied "good luck in finding your car...." SHIT.... how the hell was I going to find my car, with my eyesight, at this time of night, in this crowd???? Thus started the long journey of finding my car... My strategy was just going car by car... as that started baring no results, I switched to the strategy of just leeching onto someone who could actualy see, explain my situation, and ask for their help... One person drove me around for a bit, another nice young lady walked with me for a bit... then, there was this one guy, who was pal-ing around with this person who looked EXACTLY like Twiggy Rameriz, who said he'd help out... then started getting all touchy-feely with me, started pointing out chicks and asking me if I thought they were hot, then mentioned that there's nothing wrong with being gay, then offered to let me stay over for the night saying that he was a "really trustworthy guy"... eventualy becoming obvious what this was leading up to, I pretended to find my car, then ran off.... creepy, creepy people... but hey, not everyone can be a good help...

Eventualy, I did find my car... I even saw a little flyer left on it denouncing Mr. Manson and with a phone number for a local church... ah-HA! so they WERE there! And I missed them too.... ah well, not every evening can be perfect... and Yes, the shades were there too... I got in, and the battery woulnt start... again... not a problem since I had a spare and some jumpers, but I still couldnt see... Fortunatly, another fellow motorist was having the same problem, but without jumpers or a spare battery... so I helped jump their car, and they helped me jump mine... they did offer me some of their weed, but I just had to decline... not out of being anti-marijuana of course, but just out of the fact that us fellow spooky kids gotta help each other out! With shades on, car started, I headed for home... gave my dad a call to let him know I was on my way back, and left town... it was about 12:30-ish... Getting home was not nearly as bad as one would think while wearing shades... all you have to do is watch the colors... green means "go", read means "stop", and white means "get the hell out of the way!"... and the way back, there was such a beautiful rainstorm/thunderstorm... at times with heavy rain, at times no rain, just spectacular lightning... all in all a great ride home.... I ended up getting back home at about 4:30 am... I found out from my dad that my mother was calling almost every hour, all night... until he finaly just unplugged the phone around 3:00am or so... lol...

But all in all, that was one of the greatest Halloweens ever spent... There were some things I would have done differently of course (like not get my glasses busted up, rememberd to take my camera, etc), but It all turned out ok in the end...

and a few months later, I found a bootleg VHS of the show on sale at ebay... so of course I bought it... it was exactly how I remembered it... Even some of the shots were blurry like I remembered them... but it was still a high quality bootleg (as far as bootlegs go), and it enabled me to see the sights that went along with the sounds that I heard...

2000.... looking back... what a great year it was... few will be as good as... but thats a topic for another entry...

and here's the sequal: Marilyn Manson in Wichita, 14 December 2000- app. 1 month later
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