A few weeks ago, Mick rang to ask me out, and his phone call made my heart swell with pride and pleasure - how many (almost) 15-year-old BigBad wannabees do you know want to be seen dead in public with their frumpy old auntie, let alone take her to a gig by one of their idols where they're sure to run in to several of their friends? Of course, Mick did have an ulterior motive in that his mother had only agreed to him going IF he could find a responsible adult crazy enough to accompany him, but it still felt good to know mine was the first name on his list. Although I possibly didn't quite mean that the way it sounded...
Anyway, I can now boast to have seen and heard Marilyn Manson perform, an artist I don't particularly care for but who Mick believes is a god. He's at that awkward age where he's desperately trying to assert himself by trying to convince us all that he really is sullen, ill-mannered and obnoxious...although he can't quite manage to pull it off. Sure, he'll shout and pretend he can't string two words together without at least some effin' an' blindin' inbetween, and he'll give you the fingers (yes, the old-fashioned fingers!) when he thinks you've turned your back already, but he really is a sweetheart. Always was, always will be, no matter how bad he tries to look the part: jeans riding ridiculously low on his hips, requiring several tons of bicycle chains wrapped round them to keep them from sliding down his thighs completely, and -get this!- black nail polish (I wonder who could possibly have been the role model for that?). The piercing in his left eyebrow was last year's birthday present from his mum, who had to come with in order for him to get his wish; and the bleach-blonde spikes I talked him into last time we were at the hairdresser's together. Sometimes I suppose, it sucks being the child of punk generation parents and family.
About Marilyn Manson: don't ask me how the concert's been 'cause I couldn't tell you. It was OK I suppose, but I'm not a fan and I really didn't pay too much attention. Mick, OTOH, 2 days later still has to come back down to earth, so I guess the evening's been a complete success in his book!
Anyway, I can now boast to have seen and heard Marilyn Manson perform, an artist I don't particularly care for but who Mick believes is a god. He's at that awkward age where he's desperately trying to assert himself by trying to convince us all that he really is sullen, ill-mannered and obnoxious...although he can't quite manage to pull it off. Sure, he'll shout and pretend he can't string two words together without at least some effin' an' blindin' inbetween, and he'll give you the fingers (yes, the old-fashioned fingers!) when he thinks you've turned your back already, but he really is a sweetheart. Always was, always will be, no matter how bad he tries to look the part: jeans riding ridiculously low on his hips, requiring several tons of bicycle chains wrapped round them to keep them from sliding down his thighs completely, and -get this!- black nail polish (I wonder who could possibly have been the role model for that?). The piercing in his left eyebrow was last year's birthday present from his mum, who had to come with in order for him to get his wish; and the bleach-blonde spikes I talked him into last time we were at the hairdresser's together. Sometimes I suppose, it sucks being the child of punk generation parents and family.
About Marilyn Manson: don't ask me how the concert's been 'cause I couldn't tell you. It was OK I suppose, but I'm not a fan and I really didn't pay too much attention. Mick, OTOH, 2 days later still has to come back down to earth, so I guess the evening's been a complete success in his book!
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Enjoy your day, G.
Jules
Erm...well, you do, at least! Me, I can only dream...
And Marilyn Manson is much too intense for me -- no fun in his music, it's all doom and gloom.
EXACTLY! I kept thinking 'Oh please, lighten up!' all through the gig.
It just goes to show how much things haven't changed since my teenage years; I listened to Joy Division's 1977 debut album again for the first time in ages yesterday and suddenly I realised how despairing we all were of ever finding love, meaning and above all, gainful employment, in those days. The recession we were in then seemed never-ending; politics were a dirty word; cruise missiles would destroy the world and there was no point in ever having children...and so we danced and did drugs because none of it really mattered.
I'm glad I've since gained a much sunnier view on life, really ;-) - I only hope Mick and his fellow MM-fans will too, once they're older.
I'm an actual LJ entity now! Check it out
Now we HAVE to get Cass out here (are you listening, Cass?)
Jules
Oh, look! A Spike pic. Sigh........
Did someone say something?
BTW, did I tell you how much I love the 'Spike Lives' T-shirt yet? You're an absolute star for sending it!
I'm glad you like the "Spike Lives" shirt - they're great, aren't they? And did you check this out? http://www.tvmerch.com/cgibin/shop/tvcart.cgi?ACTION=thispage&thispage=buffy.htm&ORDER_ID=592992510
Look for the "Spike Lives" bumper sticker on this, and I would insert a picture of it if I could figure out how to do it...
You have a lot to answer for...*shakes head sadly and sighs in mom mode while trying not to grin at the thought of such a cool nephew and secretly hoping my little one turns out to have as much individuality but without the eyebrow piercing (ugh)*. Actually, my six-year old already does a great line in sullen and obnoxious.
And, OK, I'll admit it - never heard of Marilyn Manson.....
Great to hear you are still in the land of the on-line. Will you PLEASE give in AND GET YOURSELF A HOME COMPUTER!! We miss you!
Cass
Can't, I'm afraid.
Skint.
Oh, it's just...computers and me...they don't speak to me, in that way that says 'Buy me! Buy me!' -- you know, like shoes do. And do you know how many shoes I can buy for the price of one computer???
Besides, if I got a home computer, with all the trimmings, I'd be like you: I'd never sleep. And it wouldn't be long before the words 'frumpy' and 'old' really would describe me most accurately.