You have to admit the cover art is the shit.....nice use of colors Marilyn, nice exposure........nice font.
So, I figure since I've been talking about my childhood I should without a doubt, introduce you to my best friend, aka the devils advocate, through grade 5 through the end of highschool. And BACK AT YA! walking back form my 9:00am. study session in some Chemistry scientific building that, by the way, has a way better elevators than the ghost possessed one in Art Department. It's kind of depressing to realize just how much money each department gets, and ohhhh how it shows. The elvator in the BioMedical Center has frickin' stuwardest on board. You actually get to hear, "Going down to main floor....main floor reached". Yeah......the only voices you hear in the elevator of Kresge are in your head while you're saying "HOly Shit, the floor's gonna give out"....which is then usually followed by the elevator playing mean tricks on you by jumping up and down on a simple downward flight.
Back to my friend of ohhh so many years......Brian Warner. aka. Marilyn-In-Your-Face-Cotton-Candy-Explosive-Manson. To the god of candy corn prosthetic dance music, you well deserve a nice comfy spot on fuggin' Van Gohs website.
You may say he's scary, you may say he's disturbing, you may say anything that other people have told you about him.....but you shouldn't until you've sat down with me while I'm having manson annual Manson-taste-all-you-want fest that I usually do once every winter. No one knows about this....because Scott thinks he's too cool for Manson, and well.......yeah. I just sit in my room, accompainied by continuous discs of lollypop singing, kiddy grinding screams, that just make you want to stand up and dance in a circle....usually while painting or drawing.
Out of Manson's entire catalouge, I would only recommend 4 out of the numerous of discs he's produced. The albums produced from 1990-1998 are by far the best. When you get past the first three albums, they eventually become too produced while loosing that edge and intensity he's been known to have. I have to say, besides Trent Reznor, Manson seems to have mastered overlapping many different sources and believe it or not, cultural symbols, which are then all combined into some post hynotic, childhood videogame, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang mixed with lollypops and fists full of suckers. You'd be surprised what he sings about, especially in the album "Smells Like Children" and "Portrait of An American Family". Lunchboxes, candy, kids, bullies, and of course being the "god of fuck", which is why I got detentions a lot in catholic school.
I used to have a tee shirt that stated that "I am the God of Fuck" on the back, and i'd every so often I'd sneak it on under my clothes and once my mom dropped me off, tore off the buttoned up bowling shirt I ususally wore.....and pranced around the halls of St. Francis for about a few minutes until the teachers realized what I was wearing. well within five minutes...I was sent to the principles office. I didn't really think it meant "I am the God of fucking", I thought it was more about "I am the God of not caring about stupid shit". Like the saying "well....Fuck!" , which to me means........."O well". Try explaining that to a Catholic principle who has a sick fettish for flying birds that were posted all over her office. That's how I saw it.....she didn't get it. Another reason for a detention, which included "raking leaves?" can we say "FUCKING CHILD LABOR" was half because of this picture and half because some mom of a fellow student I went to school with who saw me walking down the street with a Marilyn Manson shirt on. Lame huh? I thought so. I was doin' my own shit trying to be all bad ass in the 5th grade, and this PG mom busts me for no reason except for the fact that she probably thought "Puppy Chow" was the devils bowel movements. So it was this picture in my locker, that was so proudly posted, that became the reason I was sent downstairs to the principles office on a fine Wednesday afternoon on "dress down day". A day where "supposedly" we get to wear whatever we want, which was like the grace of god since we all hated our uniforms. I usually wore a Metallica, Korn, or Marilyn Manson shirt accompainied by my Muppets metal lunchbox. I still have it. So many kids made fun of me for having a metal lunchbox up until the 8th grade, but whatever, you know i'm just vintage......and you fools were all just Suburbanites. you know why I got a metal lunchbox? Beacause Manson's first band was called "Marilyn Manson and the Spookey Kids". And their first attempt to market their band was by making metal lunchboxes that had their logo on it. So what did I do?
I took my bubble butt at the time......and marched all the way up to the antique store located right next to Urban Outfitters and picked me up an old "Kermit" metal lunch-o-box. Rock and Roll is all I gotta say.
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