Marilyn Manson with Butcher Babies, San Francisco, 2013.
As it is natural for all things, they come and go. Major excitement gets replaced with anything but. This February, for instance, there was an event in San Francisco to stir the city scene up: Marilyn Manson performed at Warfield theatre on the chilly Tuesday night of 19th.
Of course, many of you fans were there, or already read about the show, or heard the buzz from someone who’s attended; if not, well, here’s a little something. Even if you’re not a fan, read on: as my friend well put it, “Who doesn’t like this lovely weirdo?”*
So, as it was announced, Butcher Babies opened the show. For the band relatively young both on stage and in life, their performance was very energizing. Both female vocalists were electric, their voices fresh and sincere. Plus, just the watching itself was rewarding for any eye-candy lover. Butcher Babies’ performance wasn’t long; they left everyone with a sweet anticipation of what was to come.
Mr. Manson, in his turn, took his time. After the opening band left the stage, more than an hour passed till things started to look like the main show of the night was about to begin. When the stage went dark, everyone instantly turned silent.
Behind the curtains, the figure appeared. It was tall and sleek. With few cords, “Hey, Cruel World” filled the concert hall. Marilyn Manson moved with the music, cradling his microphone like the most precious thing. Curtains dropped, and he revealed himself. Dressed in all black, wearing moderate amount of make-up and simple, parted on the side hair. While his style remains the same, the attitude and stage behavior change by year and it feels good.
As it often happens, the show was meant to support singer’s new, 2012 album, Born Villain. And, as it often happens with Manson, he did something completely different. After opening the show with the new song, (“Hey, Cruel World”, which is also the intro song of the album), he, perhaps, felt nostalgic about the yore and went ahead with audience’s all-time favorites. “Lest we Forget”, here’s the Track List of the February 19th, 2013 show:
- Hey, Cruel World
- Disposable Teens
- Fight Song
- No Reflection
- (M) Obscene
- Dope Show
- Slow Motion
- Rock is dead
- Personal Jesus
- Sweet Dreams
- Running to the Edge of the World
- Antichrist Superstar
- Beautiful People
Yes, that’s right. Thirteen songs total. And only three songs from the new album. Nevertheless, it was all worth it. The first song was beautifully performed, the second, the third… There was some talking – mainly, about San Francisco, some walking, few contacts with the audience which were especially nice because, well, when artist says “Thank you” instead of usual “F… you”, it’s that much better to hear.
For the “Fight Song”, Manson dug up this red, Pope-like gown with golden embroidery, from his closet. While performing “No Reflection”, he wore a shiny, apron-looking dress. After a short break, he requested a sweater from the public. Soon, there was one in his hands – faux fur beige vest that was used, of course, for (M) Obscene. The “Dope Show” was for everyone to sing, “Slow Motion” looked a lot like an official video for the song – it was bathed in purple lights. Next two songs were great, that’s when there was real excitement in the audience. “Sweet Dreams” opened with an amazing set: a dark stage and a single street lamp, hanging from the ceiling on a chain. Slowly, Manson rocked it from side to side and filled the concert hall with everyone’s memorable sounds. Throughout the song, there was soft psychedelics lighting. Mr. Manson did a great job while performing the last three songs, and then there was the end, when everyone least expected. Of course, it may have been the best number available to finish such a show, it just felt like the band was somewhat in a hurry. It was quite obvious that props for AS were the same since 1999. There was a little pause, and finally, there were the “Beautiful People”. The energy was rolling through the premises, when Mr. Manson murmured, “San Francisco”, and left the stage. Everything looked like he just went to get some refreshments, only when he never returned, it was clear that concert was over. Most of the people left pretty soon. Some left in fifteen minutes. We waited for half an hour, and after seeing uniformed people cleaning between empty seats, it was time to accept the “tough truth”.
There were people still waiting for the impossible. Someone started to yell, “Pu..y!”, addressing the stage. Many others joined. I thought it was funny and, in a way, true, yet I still felt it was a little too much.
Marilyn Manson is who he is, he can afford to perform thirteen songs and get away with it. That’s why we were all there.