One of my all-time fave tunes & music videos, but holy shit did I feel old when I spotted the new Garbage greatest hits collection in Sanity a couple of days ago.
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I MISS YOU
Argh, I need to get ahold of the new Garbage album ASAP (he says while on the internet).
Shirley Manson
THE NIGHT I MET SHIRLEY MANSON. BY ERIN COOK.
The night I met Shirley Manson was awesome. I went with my BFF Peter K (or Kranky, now that he has facebook and other friends) and we accidentally both wore green high top chucks. Shirley Manson walks over, in one those tiny tiny rooms in the CBR theatre and says I LOVE YOUR SHOES DID YOU YOU DO IT ON PURPOSE without a hint of malice or sarcasam. And we said no, Shirley Manson, we did not. And then we talked shoes for a moment until Butch Vig came over. At which point I died on account of his early-90s production CV. And that was super embarro but we don’t talk about that.
Heh, awesome; I’ve been lucky enough to meet her briefly myself, and agree that she is aces.
Garbage - Vow
If I had to narrow it down to one, this would be my all-time favourite music video. Not because it’s an example of the art - it has “mid-90’s alt-rock promo” stamped all over it, and since it’s directed by Samuel Bayer (the man responsible for that video for ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’), that’s a given. It’s because of that moment of sheer abandon Shirley Manson displays during the second verse, where she just whirls her arms around, completely unrehearsed. It’s just such a small, human moment - but when you take into account the sheer tonnage of slick drill-formation dancing in many an over-produced music promo, it makes all the difference. (It is also, dare I say, damned sexy.)
Garbage - Special
…I’ve run out of patience
I’ve run out of comments
I’m tired of the violence
I couldn’t care less
Shirley Manson
I tend to forget that I’ve actually met her in person, but then I see pictures like this and remember: yeah, she does look that good.
A liitle piece of heaven
One of the best moments of my life was when I met Shirley Manson; I attended a signing at Melbourne’s Gaslight Records (RIP), when Garbage first toured Australia in 1996. I waited a good long while - and messrs. Vig, Marker & Erikson looked fairly nonplussed at being there - but she was absolutely radiant, and looked genuinely thrilled at seeing how many people had turned out. We didn’t exchange more than a few pleasantries, but they were sincere - and I tell you this much, folks: I positively floated out of there.
