We are so so so young. So young. Shirley Manson was so excellent, so nice, and so gracious to take a picture with these two idiots. This definitely occurred in late 1997. Adam and I got stuck in the dorms at ISR after this show - I can't remember exactly why, car problems? - and ended up playing Trivial Pursuit with the rest of my floor that hadn't left yet. One failed answer was CYBOT. I don't know why I remember this.
Last night Emily and I had the pleasure of Garbage at Vega. They are currently in the midst of a tour celebrating the 20th anniversary of their debut, self-titled album. I remember my first play in the Neon...with the side-to-side, Vow works best at full volume in a car. Definitely.
It was a fun show. I'm at the age now where nostalgia is sort of fun but mostly uncomfortable and not fun, but this was fun. They played songs from the debut album / songs they played live from 95-96. Thankfully this included Trip My Wire!
Things started a little slow - definitely some issues with the mixing, vocals definitely drowned out - but once that was sorted, it was a very strong performance. And loud. Very loud.
Shirley still commands a stage. The pacing. The stalking.
They burned down the set with the album opening Vow and it was spectacular. Shirley punctuating everything with some sort of slow-rising-messiah-arms thing that was just spectacular.
The encore was, as Shirley accurately described, even more obscure b-sides. I dig the intent of coming back out, because that's what you do, but there is no coming back out after that ending. It was perfect.
