Hey everyone! I still can't fucking believe that I have a M&G next week with the Goddess Shirley Manson! Say what you want, but, for me she is. Only I know all the good this band made to me, and made me be what I am today. How much I learn, and how I always identified myself which their lyrics, and also with the feelings, thoughts and ideals of this amazing woman. My dream was always meet her onde day, how I wanted just to see her close, and how I fantasized that since I was like 13 years old (in fact I knew Garbage since I was 11yo). Well, next year my dream will come true and I will meet her! I used my credit card and spend money (that I don't have) to buy, but hey, YOLO!
So, I will start this week with some kind of retrospective-homage-somethingtoreliefanxiety thing.
Song title: Only Happy When It Rains
Can you name a better song to a fatty eleven year old little girl who just had beggining their first period and all that anger pre-puberty that in the same time just meant that the child was scared and not knowing what to do?
Well, so the girl identified herself in that lady with bright red hair...and that started all. I was still leraning english at that time at school, and at home i searched the internet for the lyrics and then I would translate it manually with a dictionary, and that's how I learn most of my vocabulary. But in that age, I couldn't exactly understand those lyrics. I just liked because of strong words and such rocker feelings, because I always wanted to be a badass , like I thought my brothers were...
Anyways, much of those old lyrics were only understand by me years before, as long as their interpretations, that are always mutating a bit.
Before, this song only meant freedom to me, because I always liked rainy days.
Today, everything makes more sense.
Part I
@missy @rambo
