Hey guys! I went last night (backstage as well!) and here is my description that I posted on Facebook. Mind the foul language as I was very excited when I wrote this...
Wow. Wow. WOW!
I feel…exhilarated, liberated, shocked, ELATED!!!!!!
Okay so I just got back from the Garbage show that I went to in Glendale with Laurel. Right now we are sitting in her room listening to “Less Talk More Rokk.” Yes. It’s Rokk with two k’s.
But that is besides the point friends!!!!
Let it be known that January 31st will go down as the greatest day in history. For it was the day that Analise met Shirley. Shirley Mother******* Manson.
Let us begin with the pre-show shall we? So most everyone here knows that I have gnarly anxiety problems. And to my surprise, my pre-concert jitters almost turned into a full-blown anxiety attack. You’d think that the idea of meeting Ms. Manson would make me feel stoked. But I was shaking and had knots in my stomach. Throughout the benefit show I thought I was going to puke. Until, of course, Garbage came on.
Since it was a benefit show and a whole bunch of people were playing (like Bonnie Raitt, The Martinis, Sheryl Crow, George Clinton, Crowded House, to name a few!) Garbage only got to play 3 songs.
So when Shirley walked on stage I was shocked right back into reality and out of my anxiety. She was dressed in the most ADORABLE dress EVER! (Check out my pictures that I just uploaded!!!!) And the band busted in right away with the lovely song, “Queer.” The raddest part? They played with a string quartet. They then played “Cup of Coffee” (a total rarity from “beautifulgarbage”), which made me totally stoked because I knew Laurel would recognize it. Shirley then announced they’d be playing their final (WTF?!) song, “Bleed Like Me.” It was a beautiful version with a choir singing the lyrics “You should see my scars.”
After they left the stage, everyone went ballistic screaming, “More!” and “Encore!” It lasted about ten minutes and the MC got irritated and finally said (after several minutes of trying to just joke about it),”Okay guys, let’s move on, okay?” To which I screamed, “NEVAHHHH!!!!!!”
The grand finale was pretty sweet. It included everyone from the show on stage singing “No Woman No Cry.” But Shirley wasn’t a part of it! I had a feeling she wouldn’t show but I kept trying to perform telekinesis by thinking, “Ginger, REVEAL THYSELF!”
The show finally ended (it went on for about five hours) and I ironically wasn’t nervous anymore. Honestly, I didn’t even really feel excited. I now know it was because I didn’t realize the gravity of what was about to happen to me. So I’m waiting up at the after-party and I noticed that Butch Vig (the drummer of Garbage) was coming up the stairs. I didn’t notice whom he was walking with but I decided to walk towards him anyway. Then it hit me. HOLY EFFING CRAP HE’S WITH SHIRLEY!!!”
Luckily only me and one other guy spotted her before the huge crowd did. He was the first to speak to her. He asked her, “Shirley will you sign this for me?” And she did. At this point I was super excited. After she signed his paper I said in a soft voice, “Shirley?” I almost half-expected her not to turn. I felt like it was a dream. That there could be no way that she would actually hear me. But of course, she did.
She turned and I said, “Shirley, I just wanted to tell you that you are my hero.” She smiled and said, “Oh, I’m sorry!” as she laughed awkwardly, showing that she still has trouble seeing herself as the truly kick ass person she really is. I immediately responded, “No, no! It’s a good thing! You know, you’ve saved my life in so many ways. I’m actually trying to sing and-“ I stopped myself remembering that I wrote her a letter.
“I actually- I don’t know if this is really geeky or not, but I wrote you a letter.” She smiled warmly and said, “No, not at all! Thank you!” She took my letter and I asked, “Can I actually have a picture with you?” And she said, “Of course.” So I took the picture (Once again SEE MY ALBUM!) and I said, “I just wanted to say one more thing. I know you’re always saying at your concerts that you want girls to start up bands. I just wanted to let you know that I’m trying.”
She smirked at me and said, “That’s my girl!” And my heart just swelled with pride. I continued, “It’s not easy, but I’m trying.” She replied, “Well good, “ (or something to that effect, at this point I was so crazy happy that my remembrances may or may not be accurate. She then said, “Thank you…Thank you for the letter!” And I said, “Thank you,” and walked away, amazed by her graciousness, her down-to-earth demeanor, and her utter coolness. And believe you me, I plan on seeing Shirley again. When? Someday, when we’re touring together.
Tonight is the best night of my life.