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Thread: [065]: Oct 05 2012 - Verizon Wireless Amphitheater - St. Louis, Missouri, USA

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    Quote Originally Posted by rusty shackleford View Post
    No video of murderers : (
    All I can find as of yet...


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    How did you find that? O_O
    MVI 1110, goddamnit.
    Thanks a lot for that. It sounded great!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Scorpion View Post
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    MVI 1110, goddamnit.
    Thanks a lot for that. It sounded great!
    It takes a special set of skills, skills that one learns...ah hell, I got lucky.

    It sounded great live too, wish I could find a full video. Not sure, but I think Manson had on a new mask/goggles during Murderers.

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    Long review/recap of concertshowthing (part 1):

    Everyone who enjoys going to concerts has had that one event that seemed like such a great idea on the surface, only for things to slowly devolve into a comedy of errors. This was that show for me. That being said, I still had a great time, and if nothing else this should hopefully make for an amusing story. If not, sorry in advance. When we last left off, my girlfriend and I had just attended the Marilyn Manson show in Kansas City last May. It was definitely the most fun night we’ve ever had and we even got to briefly meet Twiggy, though it ended with my girlfriend spraining her ankle severely, and then we had to move a few days later, and then during the move I sprained my ankle severely. So we’ve spent the last few months settling into our new place, learning how to walk again, watching “Fringe,” and realizing that I’m gay for Joshua Jackson. That’s pretty much all that’s been going on, really. So we were both excited when this “Evil Twins of Evilness” tour was announced.

    Originally, we were supposed to go to the Bloomington concert. The plan was for my girlfriend and I to buy tickets for ourselves and also for my best friend, who in the past has helped me out when I couldn't afford a ticket to a Manson show. I really wanted to return the favor. So we bought those tickets the morning they went onsale, and it all seemed like such a great idea. The three of us, happy as clams (actually I don't think clams feel emotion but whatever), driving across Illinois in the middle of autumn to see Manson and--the first time for all of us--Rob Zombie. Sounded like a nice change of scenery and a bit of adventure. We even got pretty decent seats for moderately priced arena tickets! Oh boy fellas, this couldn't be keener! Or more keen! However you say it!

    That all quickly fell apart though. No sooner did we buy the tickets than we found out we had a conflict. Every fall we go to this cabin in the middle of nowhere and spend the weekend with my girlfriend's dad's side of the family. Usually we have a pretty good time. It's supposed to be on the third weekend of October every year, but this year time has been rewritten and apparently it was always on the second weekend of October, at least according to her family. (Whichever one we think is the correct answer, they will insist the opposite). So it looked like we'd have to miss this beloved cabin weekend, which was greeted with no small amount of passive aggression by my girlfriend's sister. No, as disappointing as this was, I decided I could probably live without the family weekend this year. We actually spent time at the cabin this last summer for a completely different event, and with the magic of the place wearing off I realized the upkeep isn't quite what it could have been: there was mouse shit all over our bedroom, broken furniture, a three-month old hot dog rotting in a trashcan, and the laundry room next to us kept flooding due to a broken washing machine. Plus, my girlfriend's family can be loud, obnoxious, rude, overbearing and judgmental . . . they'll do things like constantly forward us these insane right-wing emails ("Michelle Obama's new 'healthy' diet plan for America involves eating white children"!) with the tacit understanding that we're receiving these because we clearly agree. So, thought I, this year maybe I could use a break from vaguely racist conspiracy theories and piles of mouse turds. We firmly resolved to attend the concert.

    Our resolve to go to the Bloomington show in lieu of the cabin sounded great, but then things started to take a nosedive. It didn't seem financially viable when adding up the costs of gas, food and motel rooms, plus we found out that my best friend would probably have to bail on the weekend entirely, since he and his wife just had a baby. Thankfully, a couple weeks after we bought the tickets, the St. Louis date at the Riverport Amphitheatre I mean UMB Bank Pavilion I mean Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre was added. With this turn of events, my friend could go! And the tickets were cheaper! And no extra money for fuel and motel rooms and bad motel room porn! Just kidding. I don't watch motel porn. It's too expensive, you loser.

    The new concert date was actually fortuitous for another reason, as well. Sixteen years ago, my friend and I were supposed to see Marilyn Manson at Mississippi Nights on 10/05/96 for the third date of the very first "Antichrist Superstar" tour. It would have been amazing to see Manson in one of his last smaller club shows just before the band broke big, plus Mississippi Nights was an excellent venue. But sadly we were depending on someone to drive us (we did not yet operate the motor vehicles), and as both concert-going and filmmaking have taught me, whenever you depend on a friend to show up for something important that is the precise moment they will flake out on you and ditch. By the time I feebly got my father to reluctantly agree to take us, it was too late, and the show had completely sold out. We instead spent that evening at another friend's birthday party, being threatened at knife-point for our urine. It sucked. (Though, come to think of it, the same thing may have happened had we gone to the Manson show).

    So this new date was like retribution! We finally get to see Manson on 10/5, just sixteen years later than we thought. And now my girlfriend and I would be able to sleep in mouse crap and hear about how the government wants to put Catholics in prison. It all worked out? I will admit, I was a little bummed that our seats weren't as good as they would have been at Bloomington, plus I had been looking forward to the autumn drive through the middle of Illinois, because I'm gay (for Joshua Jackson) like that. And I actually don't really like the Verizon outdoor venue that much. The parking is terrible, and I had a bad experience seeing Nine Inch Nails there twelve years ago (I'll put that story at the end of this post, in case you're still reading, which you won't be).

    Oh, and this event was part of Pointergeist, our "alternative" radio station 105.7 The Point's annual Halloween concert. I had the misfortune of seeing Manson play at Pointergeist nine years ago. It was at Pop's, this awesomely awful heavy metal biker bar situated next to a strip club across the river in East St. Louis. It's still 1987 there, with the ghosts of headbangers waiting for Whitesnake to return and redeem them. (Not that it can't be a fun place. You just have to see a sleazy/trashy band. I saw The Cramps and My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult perform there, and it couldn't have been a better venue). Anyway, Pointergeist that year was in the Pop's parking lot, which may be the most depressing place ever. I've heard even the cocaine will make you sadder. That night, it was extremely cold, and you could tell Manson just wanted to get the fuck off the stage. He even greeted us by saying "St. Louis . . . it's fuckin' cold out here". And the audience was terrible, mostly consisting of white nu-metal suburbanites who hate God/the President/their parents/the gayness they can't admit to, and drunk jock and frat dudes mainly there for the beer and the strip club. So it was more of the Point's audience, not really a Manson audience. Remembering all of this made me very nervous, as I wasn't excited about a repeat of the Pointergeist experience.
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    Quote Originally Posted by NapalmHeart View Post


    The great Haz with the great setlist, found on Facebook.
    Haha, that was GREAT to find waiting for me here, thanks!

    And the setlist WAS definitely a great one, but I don't know. Still kinda seems like it's missing something up there.

    Oh, waitaminit....


    Yeahhhh, THERE we go!

    THAT'S THE STUFF.

    :D

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    Backstage St. Louis in the Zombie dressing room - Ginger, Manson, Spider, Twiggy and RZ

    (@www.facebook.com/RobZombie)

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    You guys are lucky. Wow, Spider totally looks like Billy Idol in that picture.

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    (part 2)

    In terms of the upcoming concert, I did find some karmic hilarity in the fact that Powerman 5000 would be opening the show. Originally they were supposed to play at this great local club called the Firebird, and all summer I was tormenting my girlfriend, telling her I'd be forcing her to go to their show (she despises Powerman 5000). So there was a sense of righteousness when the announcement came down that Powerman 5000 would be changing their venue and instead be opening the tour for this one date and this one date only. I'm not really a fan either, but I did think it would be cool to see Spider One take the same stage as his brother Rob Zombie. (I wonder why they don't have the same last name. Different fathers, maybe?).

    Yes, yes, I'm getting to the goddamn show. Sorry. So flashforward to this last Friday. Already things are going wrong. We had for weeks been trying desperately (and failing) to sell the three Bloomington tickets. We really couldn't afford to buy two sets of tickets, and now the burn is catching up with us, as we've had a lot of unexpected expenses lately. We managed to sell two of them a few days ago, but the third as of yet remains unsold, meaning we're out about forty bucks. Balls. But on Friday we received the money for the other two Bloomington tickets, money we really needed, so that was better than nothing, now that control is gone. Orgy reference! Why am I still typing?

    Anyway, that morning it's pouring rain and in the upper forties, and we find out that the temperature will be dropping into the mid-thirties, y'know, around when the show is starting. And the venue isn't allowing umbrellas, because of their weapon potential at a hard rock show . . . though truly, wouldn't it be awesome if there was a full-scale umbrella battle at a concert? But I digest. Thankfully we had seats which were theoretically covered, so with any luck an umbrella wouldn't be needed. I knew from looking at the seating chart, however, that our seats were bad. I bought the cheapest seats I could get, and what we gained in protection from the rain we made up for in not being able to see anything beyond the far right of the stage. I'd rather do that than be standing on the wet grass, falling a step behind, but it's admittedly not the optimal decision for bands with a highly visual stage show. We also found out that a former friend of ours with a highly toxic, revenge-driven personality would be there, and there was fear of having to see or be seated near this person, as we have great reason to believe this individual does not wish us well. So already, the three of us were sort of dreading the combination of freezing cold, lame seats, psycho ex-friends, and the mini-Ozzfest atmosphere of Pointergeist, while looking forward to seeing Rob Zombie for the first time, and of course seeing Manson again (my sixth, her second, and my friend's fifth, respectively).

    As we pulled up in front of my friend's house--so we could all head to the show together--we noticed our car didn't feel right. Our morning commute had felt a bit bumpy that day, but I tried to convince myself it was just all the water on the highway. And maybe it was. By the time we got to his house early that evening, though, the culprit was obvious. One of our back tires was completely and totally flat, with a big fucking nail stuck right in the side of it. Odds that the tire could be repaired were nil, so this meant another unexpected cost that we really couldn't afford. We were also set back about twenty minutes or so while we changed the tire to a spare in the miserable weather. I was starting to feel rather cursed by this point, considering how much had seemingly been going wrong. Oh well, nothing would stop us from getting to the show. We took my friend's car and grabbed a quick bite to eat. We figgered there was plenty of time, as the doors were at 7:00 and we were under the impression that DJ Slipscreamknot and Powerman 5000 both had to take the stage well before the headlining acts.
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    (part 3)

    We got to the venue at about quarter till 8:00. The parking lot at Verizon feels like it's several counties away from the actual concert area, so there was quite a jaunt involved. It really wouldn't have been so bad had there not been endless, deep puddles of rainwater that looked like small lakes in every direction. By the time we got to the front gate around 8:00, our feet were wet and already starting to freeze. We hit some additional chop as we tried to get through security, as my girlfriend had brought a blanket with her, and apparently blankets were also not allowed in the venue at hard rock shows. (They must really think of us as dangerous, if blankets are considered unsafe in our hands). After ditching the blanket under a tree, we and our wet socks got through the main gate and into the concert grounds.

    Now, I may have been crazy, but I thought I heard music coming from the stage just beyond the hill. In fact, I could have sworn it was "Disposable Teens". That's weird, I thought. Why would DJ Slipstream or Powermad 500 be covering a Marilyn Manson song? It just didn't make any sense. I also heard moaning, hissing, screeching and growling, and couldn't understand what they could be doing to this poor cat on stage. Then, it hit me. DJ Starbuck and Powerdrill 5 weren't on the stage, and that wasn't a cat with pneumonia being tortured to death. Marilyn Manson was performing, and they were already two songs into the show. Godfuckingdammit. We'd already bought tickets to this tour twice, lost money, gave up good seats for shitty ones, got some money back, were about to lose it again (and more!) for car repairs, couldn't feel our toes, and now we've missed the beginning of the concert. Like a movie or butt sex, I prefer to start at the beginning, because it's easier to get in the mood of things and build up suspense. By the time we found our seats, we'd missed "The Love Song" (and his cool new outfit for evil Catholics) too. I was so annoyed. I wanted to treat my friend to this show, and it was already partly over.

    I stood there just really pissed off for the next few songs. Now I know, I know. Plenty of people have had much worse concert experiences than this, and at least we had actual seats. It's a risk you take when going to shows. It was just the cumulative effect of the whole thing, so it was hard not to feel disappointed, and I needed a few songs for it to burn off. Plus, there were no statues with wieners (see review of KC show last spring) at this venue, which just made it not as special. I grimaced my way through "No Reflection" and some other songs. I marginally cheered up during "mOBSCENE," mainly due to the digital signs on the stage that were flashing words like "AIDS" and "Rapey". But what pulled me out of the funk was when I realized they were playing "Murderers Are Getting Prettier Every Day". This was just what I needed. Pissed off, chaotic, and a song I've never heard live before. I've always been a smidge disappointed with how predictable Manson's setlists have become in the last decade, so it was fucking great to see some real spontaneity and variety on this tour. For this song, Manson wore these futuristic serial killer goggles that made him look like a pervert demon in a Guillermo del Toro movie. How could I not feel better?
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    (part 4)

    After that, I was back to my old self. Though our seats were indeed terrible, we could see most of what was happening onstage. I especially enjoyed the giant red Celebritarian crosses hanging over the proceedings. Manson gave what for me was his first truly inspired performance of "Personal Jesus," one of the absolute highlights of the night. Another highlight, "Coma White/Coma Black" was especially haunting and beautiful, despite some tech problems in the middle of the song. I wouldn't say Manson's voice was in fine form (there was a lot of vocal straining and drop outs), but I would say he sounded good. He's a punk rock singer, so you can't exactly expect pristine vocals, though he sounds better some nights than others. During “Sweet Dreams,” Manson’s mumbling actually made him sound like Bane from the new Batman movie. I was hoping he would suddenly go “Grashy lish blay!” but that never happened. It was a blast to finally hear "King Kill 33" live (apparently those are now the only words to the song), and to hear Twiggy taking over the vocal duties. I really enjoyed the new barbed wire set up for the "Antichrist Superstar" podium, though the performance in Kansas City last May will always be my favorite live rendition of that song.

    As he's done at some other shows, Manson interacted with the interpreter for the deaf, getting her to hand-cuss for the crowd. He also asked who in the audience was deaf, and when some people immediately applauded he was like "Oh come on, you're not deaf. Stop it". Marilyn Manson is cool. I like him. He was being particularly charming and even gave the interpreter lady a hug, which was sweet. The show closed with "The Beautiful People", as it always does, and Manson did some rather hilarious crowd interaction by drawing out the cheers at the end of the song. He seems especially happy onstage lately. I missed some of the deadpan humor between songs from the KC show, but Manson was still more than enjoyable here.

    I did have some trouble applauding, as I had these soft gloves that made absolutely no noise when I struck them together, meaning my cheers were forever silenced by the cold meaningless indifference of the universe. These gloves were great for keeping warm, but they had a mind of their own. At one point I caught them rubbing my girlfriend's rather massive breasts, which was completely inappropriate. I was worried that they would touch someone else in a private place, and that I'd get thrown out by security while the gloves would get to stay. During "Beautiful People," the gloves were drumming the seat in front of me, only for me to look down and realize there was a stoned/sick guy sitting in the seat. I felt bad for him. If he wants to sue them, I've got the gloves right here, completely unaware of the hurt they caused. Fucking assholes.
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