Categories: Commentary, Music

So I just got back from the Garbage concert. Wow, let me tell you: Shirley Manson is still hot. The crowd pretty much sucked. Last time I saw Garbage, the crowd was the roughest thing this side of Tool. This time everyone just stood and rocked back and forth like a bunch of fourth graders at their first school dance. That, however, didn't stop their stink from rubbing off on me. I feel dirty.

The band, on the other hand, was awesome. They played all of my and your favorites. The set list was heavy on songs from their debut album and their current album, sprinkled with a few songs from Version 2.0. I think they were trying to forget beautifulgarbage ever happened because they only played one song from it, and that was only by request. When the band left the stage, I felt a bit disappointed, as I had not heard my new favorite Garbage song, Run Baby Run. But then they returned for a four song encore, the second of which was what I'd been waiting for.

The performance rocked, probably even more so than the first time I saw them. If it wasn't for the crowd, I'd rank this show higher. I mean, if you're going to cover me with your rank odors, at least do me the courtesy of rubbing it into me. Last time there were a pair of breasts pressed into my back and an ass grinding on my crotch (or was it the other way around?); the way God intended. This time? I had full view of some gay dudes who were clearly not in the closet and there were no breasts pressed into my back, except once for a brief second. Jeez.