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Ok it was friday the 15th of January and I was sitting here on this very computer listening to my local radio station when they announced that marilyn manson was going to be at Pitt Street Mall HMV in Sydney the next day at 3 pm........and as fate would have it we were already going into sydney the next day anyway so that was it ...I was going to meet manson!! well I was hoping I would anyway. So the next day came and we went into Sydney in the rain and cold and went to the aquarium first thing in the morning and when we had finished in there we headed straight for Pitt Street to see what it was like there and when we got there, mind you this was about 11:00 in the morning, there was people lined up and sitting all over the mall in Manson Tee-Shirts and make-up.....so we decided we'd go into HMV just to see if it was the same inside the shop but when we got down there there was hardly anybody in there so we asked the lady at the desk what was happening with it and she said to go and get a ticket off the security guard and that would guarantee that we would get in to meet him and get our stuff signed, because they were only letting 300 people in!!! AHHHHHHHH!! I could not believe it!!! I was going to actually maybe touch marilyn!!!!! ohmigod!!

    So we went off for a while and at about 1:00 we came back and the line was already down near the end of Pitt Street so we got shoved in around where the people with tickets were standing....and then we waited...and waited...and waited some more. Everybody in the line was in one of the best moods ever I think as we were all so excited.......
    It got to around 2:40 and the whole crowd was buzzing with excitement, and me? well I was shaking I think....I was so nervous I was just standing there thinking to myself...what do I do? when I get in there if he speaks to me I might faint?? I definitely wont be able to speak back....
    They started letting people in to the store at around 3 oclock but they were only letting about 10 people in at a time...it got to 3:30 and it was now my turn to go down those magical stairs and into Manson territory. I walked...well actually stumbled ....down the stairs and that was the end of me I COULD SEE HIM!! I was actually looking at Marilyn Manson in the flesh and blood....and not only was it him...but also Twiggy, Ginger, Madonna and John5....I thought I would die right then and there...we waited in the line inside the store for about 10 mins and all this time I was just shaking and I couldn't breathe properly, I was just hoping I didn't faint till after I had met them!!!

  It was my turn!!! OHMIGOD.!! What do I do I thought??? well first I had to move my legs.....and trust me thats pretty hard to do when Marilyn Manson is looking at you!!! so finally I was up at the desk!!! Manson was wearing a big black cowboys hat and some black body suit and he had all his make-up on....honestly I couldn't tell you what any of the others were wearing ...I think I was too afraid to look at them.
     So I tried to hand Marilyn the poster to sign but I was shaking so much I couldn't put it on the desk....he took it off me and signed it and then...wait for it.......HE SHOOK MY HAND!!!! ahhhhhhhhh!!! I was just looking at him going "Ohmigod Ohmigod Ohmigod...Marilyn just touched me!!"

Next at the desk was John5 I don't remember anything about him...I was still in shock from having my hand shaken...I actually think I said to John5 ..."He shook my hand," but Im not sure.
Then came Twiggy....and Oh Christ!!!!! He signed the poster and then I was waiting or Ginger Fish to finish the one he was signing so he could sign mine and I had my hand up on the desk to stop myself from falling over and dying....and Twiggy leant onto the desk and put his hand on my hand!!!! and Like he didn't even have to touch me but he did!!!! I don't think I even looked at him when he did that...I was too busy looking at my hand where his hand was on top of it!!! He took his hand off and I moved onto Ginger and he just signed it and then passed it on..he was pretty stuck up..never even spoke to me. Madonna took the poster and signed it and handed it back to me and I remember seeing him touch my hand but I couldn't actually feel it because by this time I had practically no feeling in my body whatsoever.

    I started to walk away and then my whole body went tingly and I had to hold onto the wall because I thought I was going to die right then! And for the next 4 or 5 hours after that I don't think anyone got any words out of me except...THEY TOUCHED ME...MANSON AND TWIGGY TOUCHED  ME!!!! OHMIGOD!!
   And that my friends, was the best day of my life!!!!!!!!
 
 
 

MEETING BRIAN MAY OF QUEEN ........By White Queen.
The Next Morning
Ha!  Where do I begin?
Well my ears are still ringing, my mind is still full of images, my eyes have bags under them that hang down to my chin, and my little backstage pass is sitting here next to me...hahahah.....I HAD A BALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok...so, starting at the beginning..let's see...Ross arrived right on time, and we sped off into Sydney at the speed of light, Brian May tape blasting out in the cassette player and me cursing every minor traffic jam we came to.....clock watching is a habit of mine, I was terrified of being late.
We get to Sydney and Ross parks in this building we always park in because we know how to get out of there again and it's cheaper than a lot of other parking stations and when we get out of the lift at the
bottom he says "OK, so where's this theatre?"Christ..he's asking me?  The Queen of Misnavigation....so the trek begins.   I had a fair idea of the general direction of the place but not exactly......eventually we found it , it takes up half a block of area so it wasn't too hard to miss, and I go into the front door, reception area.   Ring Ring that little bell thing they have for when the 'desk is unattended' and out comes a young gentleman.  "Can I help
you?"  "Yes, I'm meant to meet Brian May here today, could you tell me where the backstage door is?"  His eyes nearly fell out of his head, I did carry off the 'down my nose look' very well.   So he points me to the right area and around we go.  As I said, half a block of theatre and the back half is full of tiny pokey little Asian foodstalls and assorted 'suspect' Asian outlets.  I held onto my bag pretty tightly and we found the backstage door.
There was a big freight truck backed up to the door and a Tarago. Bugger, they are already here I'm thinking.  It was only 3.30pm at that stage...but there were a few people sitting outside the door, dressed in the national uniform of stagehands, roadies etc, that being black tight jeans, black t-shirts with Guns and Roses prints, and long, unkempt black hair.  And there were a few other people who looked like they might have been quite normal too , with bags of Queen 12" vinyls and CDs........OK, so he's not here yet....what a sigh of relief.
I had organised to meet Daniel Giambruno and Ian Harrison there, the other 'soundcheck winners' and so we sort of shuffled around aimlessly until I saw Daniel coming up the street......looking very cool, calm and
collected I might add. "Where's Ian?" I asked, "Oh, he'll be here soon, he's been stalking Brian at the airport I think". Anyway, here comes Ian up the street, laden with bunches of flowers.....a lovely bunch for Julie Glover with an orange and blue theme and 2 single red roses for the girl singers.....Suzie and Zoe?...can't remember their names, sorry....not my cup of tea, although my brothers mate, Peter, who was the third member of my merry
band of revellers, was rather taken with the ladies and seemed to be mentioning to me that maybe they could do a little cabaret act of their own someday.
So, we go up to the fella who was security and ask if Julie is there.....nope, they aren't coming until just after 5pm.  Well, my make up may have been fading, but my smile still stayed on at that point.
So, across the road we go and sit and have a cup of tea at a cafe with a verandah facing the backstage door, so we didn't miss a thing......nice chit chat, stories of Daniel and Ian's adventures in Adelaide with Brian, stories of internet life and characters....just a group of celebrity stalkers out on the town.
The group of people at the door is growing in number, not a huge crowd, I'd estimate maybe 20 people.  I remember seeing a young bloke running up the street with a guitar case in his hand, well almost flying up the
street , to the stagedoor.....he wasn't late, he hadn't missed Brian ...and the look of glee on his face when Brian eventually did arrive and sign that precious Guild replica guitar was too good not to mention.   I have never seen anyone take so long to put anything back in a case in my life, the number of times he opened and shut it , just to make sure he wasn't dreaming, was so much fun to see.  Good on him.
So 5pm comes and we head over there too.....Mr Security, Any News? Nope, nothing.
5.30pm and a van pulls up.  Ian is standing there very casually saying....'Um..they're here, yes, they're here, that's them Kim, they're here.....that's Eric Singer, that's Neil Murray, that's Jamie Moses, that's Spike Edney.....yes, they're here, they're here"
Anyway, ....that lot of musicians head straight inside.....so where's Mr May?
Well to cut the long wait short.....at about 6.pm another van pulls up.   This time the crowd get to their feet and that head of hair emerges from the van.  A cheer goes up from the crowd and I stood back and watched them surround him.   A true gentleman, you don't find many of them these days, he signed and posed and shook whatever he was asked to as he tried to edge his way towards the entrance.  Julie Glover found us and told us not to worry about going in to that sea of hysteria, to wait and we'd get everything we wanted inside.  She asked us to wait for her and she'd bring out backstage passes and take us into the soundcheck as soon as she could.  So we did,....we waited.....again.  I'd say it was about 6.20pm when we finally got ushered into the sound
check. ...and there was the man himself onstage...with the rest of them ...and the four of us sitting in the audience.  Our own private Brian May performance....after fiddling with all the things they fiddle with and adjusting all the things they adjust they did Since You've Been Gone...well Ithought I would just wet myself.....from excitement and maybe also from the fact that I hadn't been game to find a toilet incase I wasn't around when they came to take us in. And after about 1/2 hour he was gone....just poof, disappeared and so
did the rest of them.  Now we were under strict instructions just to stay put and Julie would come and get us after the soundcheck and take us to The Guitar God, so we waited.   By this stage, my make up not only was flaking it was also starting to coagulate...but my smile still stayed on, even if it was thinner than it had been before.  Picture this, it is now 3 hours and 10minutes after the organised time for our meeting and we were sitting in this theatre, with the show about to start at 8pm and looking at each other like...what the hell is going on?
Out comes Julie, come with me she beckons, out through the back of the stage, door marked Mr May's Dressing Room, my knees were buckling, please wait for a moment says Julie, I'll just check it's OK to go in......wait?...she said, wait..again???  Julie Glover is a very brave woman.  We waited...it's OK, come on in she says, I'm thinking, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, big brave boys with me just gentlemanly put their arms out in a gesture of 'you first Kim"....bloody chickens ;)...and in I go....all the time thinking, oh shit, oh shit.  And guess what?  He wasn't in there.   Please take a seat says Julie and he'll be with you in a minute.  I sit at the dressing table which housed
the Conway Twitty sideburns in a plastic container, a steam inhaler and a bottle of eucalyptus oil, a platter of fruit, a bottle of chilled champagne and Ians flowers.  Across the room from me were these huge....and I ,mean HUGE pair of black sneakers with leopard skin uppers....his Conway shoes.....HIS Conway Shoes!...above them on hangers were 2 billabong singlets, a lairey hawaiiany shirt, and a South Park t shirt....draped over a chair was THE conway jacket.   Believe me, I thought I would die there and then.  Oh, I forgot, the other band of stalkers werealso in the room with me, it wasn't just me and the sideburns. And we are looking at each other.....I felt like a fool actually, like a groupie....well I guess I was.
And then from behind me I hear a voice....That Voice.....His Voice.....I turn slightly in my chair and there HE is.....holding out his hand to me, looking me in the eye, saying hello.....I squeaked out...Hello Brian, it's lovely to meet you, I'm Kim, thanks for coming"...He was holding my hand....he has a big hand....a real big hand, to match his real big feet...and he was smiling....wow.  He shook hands with the other boys then stretched himself out in a chair, KICKED OFF HIS CLOGS...white ones....and his blue woollen socks were inches from my feet that couldn't have held me upright if I'd tried at that point.  He was wearing blue jeans that could have fitted better, and a long sleeved white shirt. He virtually led the conversation, I guess he's had years of practice ...we spoke at times....he was talking about Freddie....I wouldn't have brought the topic up but he did....saying he couldn't do the notes Freddie did, and that when they were touring with Queen Freddie would always take himself back to the hotels and just rest because it was such a strain  to keep himself and his voice in tiptop form.....I think I
might have looked at him a bit strangely because he said that a lot of what is written about Freddies wild lifestyle is all crap......to be the musician he was he had to wrap himself in cotton wool on tour and he just couldn't do the things they reckoned he did.   I think this came up because I mentioned the inhaler on the table,    He was sick, he said if the show had been the night before he couldn't have done it...he'd been with doctors and voice specialists all day..so he couldn't sing Business....what a let down.....or No One But You...but compensated by adding in Too Much Love will Kill You.
He talked about how he doesn't want to get together with the others as Queen even though Roger is keen...he feels they'd end up looking like a cabaret act in a senior citizens centre if they tried it.  From the way he spoke he wants to keep doing the solo thing and will tour again very soon.   He was looking in my eyes!!!!  ohwow.
So Julie asks us to then politely get moving so they can get dressed for the show.  I suppose we spent about 15 -20minutes in there with him . I asked him to sign my picture which he did...I'll scan it....and he added kiss, kiss, kiss to it..and said it as he wrote it....To Kim , with love, Brian May, kiss kiss kiss.  I didn't feel right about asking him to sign anything else after that but Ross got his mispelt Somebody to Love signed and something else, I've forgotten now.  Then for the pics I asked him for one to show my hubby....he put his arm around my waist and gave me a big cuddle...standing up....then I said I needed one for me and asked him to sit down...he got afraid but when I sat on his lap he put both arms around me and we had a lovely cuddle....oh wow.
Then it was time to leave, and he held my hand again....for a long time.....it seemed like hours.....like in soap opera when everything goes in slowmotion.  I don't know what I said.  God I hope the pics turn out.
So we floated out of there and Julie led us back to the theatre.  I was on a high and didn't know how I would calm down after that. Ross decided we both needed a drink.  I hadn't eaten since about 11am, because Iwas too nervous too and we had planned on having a chinese feed with Peter, but it was too late for that now.  So we got a glass of red each and then found Peter.  I didn't realise just how excited I was until I rushed over to him and started gabbling about what had just happened...he was in hysterics and awe and it was a lot of fun.  He had beenwaiting for us at the chinese resturant and ended up in a bar meeting a DJ from Mudgee ( and for those of you that don't know, Mudgee is a country town here, bush town) who was down for the show and the DJ
was saying that he had 4th row seats and how cool was that.....Peter had a ball saying, yeah, well I've got front row and my friends are in the dressing room with Brian right now...ahahahahhah.....well naturally this
DJ just had to meet us...it was  a scream...I've got an interview all lined up in Mudgee whenever I go .....ahahha.
We mingled in the bar area and had another drink while the support band were on...saw a lot of familiar faces from the convention and also from 'past musical lives'....it was a big musicians night in Sydney, let me assure you.

So onwards to the show.
FRont Row..Centre...god I hope the pictures turn out..you'll just scream when you see them.....SOOOOO  CLOSE.... I could have touched the Red and the Legs...no problem.....it was a dream come true. Couple of people from the internet introduced themselves to me. Then I spotted Gladdy and raced over to him....poor bloke, I'm sure I was still babbling at that stage....just ask him, he'll tell you for sure...I don't even know what I said I was
that excited. And then it was on.   I can't explain it.  Just imagine seeing everything you ever wanted to see in a concert, hearing all those words that you've sung for all those years, being close enough to see right up his nostrils and see the small pox scar on his shoulder and the hairs on his arms...and to watch those fingers play the guitars...to see those knobbly fingers pull those sounds out of that little instrument is something amazing....and to hear the voice.....that voice that has been in my loungerooms and bedrooms and car for most of my life.....there, in front of me, singing to me....oh wow.   I cried...I knew I would....Love of My Life did it for me.....my smile still stayed on but the tears were in my eyes....the bloke behind me was sobbing...he cried a lot during the whole show, very emotional person....I'm usually emotional but this fella took the cake...obsessive
I would say.   The crowd went crazy...if that wasn't a good reception then I don't know what is......the man could do nothing wrong....and if he did, who cared?...not a person in that audience...he was our guitar god and he
was there playing for us.....and we loved it ...every bloody precious second of it.  I looked over at Gladdy at times and the smile on his face was just as wide as mine....too old headbangers from way back in the front row and leading the chorus.....beautiful.  Brian played for 1 hour and 54  minutes to be precise but it seemed so short....he could have stayed for days and we'd still be there cheering him.  I think that if he hadn't been ill he would have played longer.
When we left the atmosphere outside was just as happy as it was during the show....sometimes when you leave a concert and get outside it all sort of stops and reality hits you again......not last night, what a high
The songs?  Space, Another World, On My Way Up, Driven by you, Hammer to Fall, Tie your Mother Down, Love of my Life, 39, We Will Rock You,...on and on and on it goes....All the Way to Memphis was the finale
song...Ian Hunter would have been proud of  us.
By White Queen