My near brush with the freakish Marilyn Manson . . . :~O

. . . and yes, I am talking about that scary, devil-worshipping hard rocker. Yes, the one with all the scary black eyeliner -

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This afternoon my daughter Rachel and I went to Spokane to check out a few all-age venues that she has been or may be asked to play at, or others where she can go to see some shows. (She is a pretty darn good singer-songwriter, if I do say so myself). But since she is just starting out, the places she's invited to are, well, usually small and dive-y. We did see a couple that were do-able. These particular places host shows for underage singers, meaning there's no alcohol, and since there is a no-smoking in public law in Washington State, there's no smoke-y choke-y smells to deal with, either.

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So, the last place that we looked at in Spokane, I spotted a parking place right smack in front of the building, right behind a big touring bus that had a trailer hooked behind it. There were parking meters there that had orange covers on them, which I took to mean that I could Park Free there!

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Well, apparently that was not the case. One of several youngish men approached me and said that I could NOT park there. Well, I was already out of the car, and so I was NOT intimidated. There was nothing really official about him: no uniform, badge, or gun, OK, so no big deal. I said "I just need to run in there really quick. It'll be only a few minutes." He said, no, you can't park there, because they may need to get into the trailer for their equipment". Being used to months and months of road construction on the highway that runs from my house into town, I KNOW what "equipment" looks like, and I didn't see any signs of any of it. So I just didn't take the guy seriously, and told him, "look, it's only going to take me a minute, and we will be right back". He relented and said "OK you have TWO minutes". I thanked him, and went hurried on into the building.

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Right then, my hubby called me on my cell phone, and I didn't hear what the other guys said to my friend The Bouncer. Rachel was laughing when I finished with my call, and said those other guys told him "Hey Dave, you're such a pushover". And another one said "Dude, you sure don't have any b**ls, do you?!"

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So, laughing, we went into this courtyard/hallway area that led to a auditorium. But, dang it! The doors were locked, and all the other places we had been able to open the door and take a look inside. We pulled on both sets of doors, no luck. But inside, we could hear someone in there doing sound check. We took a look around to check what hours they were open so we could come back another time, and we noticed that there were various artists scheduled to sing there, like David Cook, Colbie Caillat, and for tonight, MARILYN MANSON!

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Apparently, the dudes standing guard outside were his Road Crew, and the dude inside the auditorium doing sound check was the very dark and scary MM!

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I am SO glad we were there in broad daylight! I would have been super scared if this had happened when it was dark. I usually don't go downtown without my hubby at night . .

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(of course, Rachel was very excited to think she came "This Close" to meeting someone famous. And at her age, meeting ANYone famous is cause for excitement. Even if they may as well be the literal brother of Satan)

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(But to tell the truth I Would have gotten pretty worked up if I had been able to meet David Cook or Colbie Caillat!!!)

What about you? Has anyone had a brush with fame they want to share?

Or a moment that you kinda bullied your way into somewhere that you wanted to be?

Leave a comment about it, or maybe you could do a post about it ?