A Chicano In Paris

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Last night was the Garbage show. It was their best show of the half dozen or so I've gone to. It was my favorite show - Frank in Orlando notwithstanding, but that something else entirely.

First time I saw Garbage was the last show of the 2.0 tour. It was, til last night, my favorite show. Shirley was young and hot and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. But her broken bits were also very much also on display. She was insecure and she tried to hide behind a false bravado. There was a moment seared into my memory where she compared to Christina Aguilera. She didn't shit on xtina, but she definitely was fishing for reassurances from the audience that she was sexier and more badass. Of course, the audience responded - I mean, were a college basketball arena full of young people who either wanted to be her or be with her for fuck sake. But there was a sadness to it. This was a young woman - in my barely mature mind - who was so much more than a singer. She was rough around the edges, full …

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