salvation, no forgiveness
exitainment has begun. Let the panic attacks and nervous
breakdance sink their comforting cancer into the sweaty
palms of our hands like well prescribed press-on nails.
Our stigmata will stagnate and we will shake, shake hands
like little boys--if boys were just like puppies--spreading
our ring worms. ATTENTION MY CRIPPLING ORCHESTRA! I am
your Cracked Atom!!!......drum roll please......At least
our death wishes will come true. We don't even need to
blow out the candles. I hear that thunder, I hear it too.
It's all my goddamn Frankensteins coming back for some
sick closure. Listen, the world can't be an opera when
it needs an operation. The second coming of Christ will
require more than softcore porn, mini-bar gin and Viagra.
Don't ever answer the door and remember that most authorities
believe that the side effects of this breeding ground
of talentless chaos will not leave any permanent damage.We
are the "good monsters" that are only chipped away by
the banality of "enter"tainment, and our black encrusted
beehives harden into hideous-honey-diamonds, too personal
and nervous for idiots to hold or cherish. Only your love
is uncanny and only you can feel that all of our art is
muscle. Your beauty will be edible or it will not be beauty
at all---no salvation and no forgiveness. We are the ones
with the bloody knuckles.
It has taken ten years, boys and girls to climb this ugly
hill and these are the Songs of Golgotha. We have put
together the best of what we have made and this is only
a reminder that you can cut off the head but it only grows
The band is in the studio, still growing and there is
no sign of our knuckles healing.
rendered particularly vulnerable to the adverse hemodynamic
power of Christ compels me."
accepts lead guitar as his personal savior
AND THE TECHNOLATOR
brazen pot as an instrument at martyrdom
tunes iron currycomb
[posted 3/30/2004 U.S.A.]
Amputee...or would you like coffee?
Screenagers! It is good to be back from two weeks of “waltzing
to scum and base,” and I have spread the mOBSCENE video
across several continents. High above Marlene Dietrich
Blvd. in the city of Berlin, the sun smoldered below the
concrete gutter sky like a cigarette burn in a stained
bedsheet. How Edgar Allen Poetic. We set forth to the
Dome of Berlin at dusk and I felt like I was in my own
painting, “The Death of Art.” Helnwein and I created a
living installation with two disabled nude women as families
stopped their picnics to stare. Of course we documented
this for future viewing. But it didn’t begin there...
My escapade took me from Madrid to Milan and then to Paris.
I met many characters whose company still clings to me
in distorted flashbacks like lip prints on my collar.
Jean Paul Gaultier gave me a scarab beetle and a book
of Hans Bellmer’s work. We talked about clothes that he
will design for this tour. The mysterious and prurient
curiosity of Gaspar Noe led me to a tour of Paris by night---we
braved the transsexual-prostitute-breeding ground hidden
in the center of the city. We talked about cinema (his
film, “I Stand Alone” is one of my favorites) and we made
plans to collaborate.
Determined, I headed for the birthplace of Expressionism,
humming “The Alabama Song,” by Kurt Weill. It was time
for The Grotesk Burlesk and dozens of mice scurried from
the Kinderfeld. Their political organs had to be removed
and we set them in formation, creating a metaphorical
The zeitgeist of Berlin’s “degenerate art” was infused
into Marilyn Manson and the people within the Volksbuhne
Theatre that night. The decadence and reckless honesty
that fear inspires, made the outside world irrelevant.
Suddenly, I was the most unlikely ambassador of America.
It became quite clear that the critical role for an artist,
particularly an American one, is to ensure that our soldiers
are risking their lives to defend a country that is worth
living in. But how can the irreconcilable extremes of
Marilyn Manson fit into this time of political upheaval
when I have rarely believed in the behavior of the government?
How can I be a proud American, when America has done its
best to destroy me?
SIMPLE---Isn’t this the very core of what the two words
“Marilyn” and “Manson” have represented from the beginning?
If the U.S. stands for democracy and freedom, then the
most patriotic thing an artist can do is to fight for
those liberties. My opinion is a sharpened stick, poking
democracy to make sure that it's not dead. By nature,
I will always point out the duplicity of censorship in
the music world. If I am forbidden to use an image, a
lyric or a performance in one place, I will put it somewhere
else. THE GOLDEN AGE OF GROTESQUE cannot be contained
in just an album.
Idea for a Hallmark card: "America needs Marilyn Manson
as much as Marilyn Manson needs America." Romantic isn't
In London, we vandalized a Versace billboard with two
gigantic Marilyn Mice and had an amazing crowd sing along
to the three piano numbers. Keith Flint (The Prodigy)
presented me with his new band’s remix of mOBSCENE on
which he sings. We discussed illegal behavior, participated
in illegal behavior and became the best of friends over
a bottle of Absinthe.
Villains and creeps, we have barely scratched the
surface and The Grotesk Burlesk is coming home to Hollywood.
This band has easily discovered how to make a fist with
five middle fingers. Need I ask? ARE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS
READY, FOR THE NEW SHIT?
We will write the Bill of Wrongs.
We have dismantled the recess bell. It does not toll for
Sleep now, you were not spectators. You were part of the
[posted 4/21/2003 U.S.A.]
HOLES INTO HAPPINESS
came to see the mOBSCENE..."
I have just returned from seeing the film, IRREVERSIBLE,
by Gaspar Noe. He is one of my favorites and the fact
that a third of the audience walked out, is a testimony
to its strength. Chances are this won't be shown in the
I've been just busy preparing women, animals as well as
songs for the tour, video and the short film that will
be featured on the bonus DVD for THE GOLDEN AGE OF GROTESQUE.
The details of our upcoming SCABARET will be revealed
soon but for now take a look at some agitprop such as
: ROLLING STONE, REVOLVER, KERRANG, THE FACE, BLENDER,
METAL HAMMER and a few others that have invaded my privacy.
The images Helnwein and I created for the ROCK AND ROLL
HALL OF FAME are accompanied by my essay, entitled:
"Putting Holes Into Happiness."
Kneel down humble men and become the height of our children.
Let your heart crawl into your knee and realize that all
knowledge lives through imagination. This is the nursery
business, always get a photocopy.
Our cultures may continue to disintegrate but we just
rebuild with abusement parks, filming the process and
replaying it as situation comedy. We wear ribbons, hold
hands, celebrate and concentrate on camps that train our
kindergartens to shout out "star-spangled" banter.
We will medicate the lunacy of "degenerate" art with heavy
doses of old-fashioned (original recipe) family virtues.
"Let's make sure all of these offensive forms of entertainment
are shown publicly, and burned immediately as a warning
to us all!"
In the meantime, try to stay conscious. We are sitting
in the EMERGENCY ROOM waiting for the doctor, a newly
elected aesthetician, to come and pronounce his diagnosis.
The grotesque, malignant cancer that is our expressions
and our views is no longer the disease. We are being told
that the sounds and images of art are now the symptoms
of the creator. We as the artists, are now considered
unhealthy and incurable.
Let me remind you that the deformed scar of one man, is
"love's pretty dimple" to me. The generation that lived
through WWII accepted the concept of "total violence"
as a solution to the world's problems. The mathematics
of creative suffering and the milk of human violence are
the formulas that our grandparents bottled and passed
down to our parents.
These are the "traditional" values that have built "protective,"
moral walls around our children's world. And it is, indeed,
a small world after all.
(photo courtesy of Perou)
[posted 3/3/2003 U.S.A.]
This is a (de)press release:
Marilyn Manson will release "The Golden Age of Grotesque"
on May 13, 2003 on Interscope Records. The tracklisting
is as follows:
This Is The New Shit
Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag
Use Your Fist And Not Your Mouth
The Golden Age Of Grotesque
The Bright Young Things
Better Of Two Evils
Obsequy (The Death Of Art)
The album is produced by Marilyn Manson and Tim Skold
and mixed by Ben Grosse. The first single will be "mOBSCENE."
Marilyn Manson takes his inspirations from the glamour
of 1930s Hollywood, the grotesque of Vaudeville to the
extreme height of cabaret decadence and so-called "degenerate"
art in Weimar Berlin just before its destruction.
Manson says, "This album is about expression. The imagination
and personality of the individual cannot be trapped by
small minds or defined by any one person. The genius of
art finds sanctuary among children and madmen to survive.
That, is who we are."
Marilyn Manson has collaborated with renown artist Gottfried
Helnwein for the album's controversial artwork which is
part of a greater series that will be exhibited in museums
all across the world. For more info check www.marilynmanson.com
and www.helnwein.com .
This tracklisting will still contain a few suprises, I
couldn't give you all the details yet. You have to wait
for the album to find your bruises.
[posted 2/18/2003 U.S.A.]
Day brings us a new taste of eonism
If the Boss Pussy doesn't give you any keys, you had better
call a cocksmith and ask him pretty please...
"Can I be your Valentine?"
...and just like the (jack)-officer's questionnaire, "Did
you see that STOP sign?"
You better say 'yes,' or you won't be SINGING IN THE RAIN...you'll
be sleeping in it.
Here's a polaroid from the future and a small film with
Bright Young Things
(picture by Perou)
The Mechanism of Desire
[posted 2/15/2003 U.S.A.]
been in the bored room this past month trying to explain
the difference between a night club and a night stick
to a pile of idiots, who for the life of them,
could not see the connection betwixt the moustache of
Dali and the "mustache" of Nietzsche. I have put the dirt
back in my mouth and drank from the dead, regardless of
what these powdered wig witch doctors prescribed. We will
not be censored.
We have INDEED just finished mixing the final song for
the album and have scheduled the GROTESK BURLESK all across
the world. The artwork and much more of my collaboration
with Gottfried Helnwein is also complete.
The details of our AKTION and the sounds that accompany
it will all be revealed quite soon.
And LOOK at my handsome henchmen!
I will disguise myself like math and any division will
be solved with subtraction.
(The wetnurse enters and sedates M.)
"His nerve scales are a bit topsy-turvy Doktor Morpheus!"
The physician whispers, "Sleep, boy."
(He exits the room, pausing to straighten a framed
oil painting of Antonin Artaud and closes the stained
"SOON ALL OF THIS WILL BE PICTURESQUE RUINS"
I'm awake again...It is time.
Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Keep saying my name like that and you'll get kissed
as if it was a day when air used to be clean and sex was
Keep saying my name like THAT too many times and your
gums will start to bleed.
I am here,
Media | Streaming
[posted 1/23/2003 U.S.A.]
BE A NEGAHOLIC
of dwelling on the loss of a friend, I’d like to remember
the time I spent with a boy named Kevin M. Riley. I just
received word that he died last Thursday. He was only
24. I will miss you Kevin, you really made me smile. He
used to call me and every time he would say, “Hey Manson
it’s Kevin...remember me from the ‘Tourniquet’ video?”
But I always recognized his voice and it was very funny
that he could think I would forget such a unique person
like himself. I wish his family the best and want them
to know how much he inspired me.
It’s important to rise above grief, but I don’t feel like
discussing music so much today.
My head is like monkey meat. The mixing of the Golden
Age of Grotesque is like the second hand on a cuckoo clock
grabbing the feathers and saying: STOP. Some unexpected
collaborations have tied the shoes up and now we can dance.
My head is like monkey meat, or did I already say that?
(A) I went to a street opera called WOYZECK yesterday.
(B) I am building a stronger, faster, steel-toe website
with a 6,000,000 dollar ass and just enough photos to
(C) We are on our way, I listened to 99% of the album
I will be back once it stops raining on me.
memory of Kevin.
[posted 12/16/2002 U.S.A.]
MILK OF HUMAN VIOLENCE
have returned from my short illocutionary trip to the
city of Barcelona. Many of you may not know, but the Catalonian
capital is believed by some to be the birthplace of the
Els Quatre Gats, my investigations unveiled, was
a legendary place of great importance to art expression
at the end of the 19th Century. This cabaret, owned by
4 men, was throwing four-dimensional, pre-burlesque, feline
shapes before the rest of Europe caught on. Of course,
I visited the Gaudi Mansion at P. Diddy's invitation.
I must say the candied quail eggs and parmesan cheese
ice cream was swell but somehow I didn't fit in.
With all of the world's "entertainers" in town for MTV,
I tried to imagine a time when teleprompters would be
ignored by everyone--not just me. I was left in a state
of obnubilation. I brought a silly little camera (not
as likable as the one I use normally for the photos here)
and captured a few things. Let's say some people did not
know which way their garden grows.
I did give the glad hand to Eminem who seems rather delighted
with the bits of my new album he was lucky enough to hear
during our visit. Likewise, I had all aces on stage with
him and it made me very anxious to begin "The Grotesque
Burlesque." Incidentally, that is NOT a song title,
but the name of our traveling event. However, it is part
of the chorus to my favorite track that I babbled out
about a year ago as this TUMOUR was diagnosed. That song
"Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag" and is being mixed
as I write this. You'll be happy to know that more than
half of the final mixes are done since I last reported.
(That means we will be finished quite soon.) I have not
confirmed any other titles although I have hinted at working
names such as "Fuck You," and so on. Be patient until
the pie cools off or you will burn your tongues.
I am finishing the album art with Helnwein and managed
to start painting again. Here are some moments from across
the world--to the mix room--to my attic.
I'm making my list
and a Russian lesbian
as Sleeping Beauty" series in progress
(right or control-click and save as)
[posted 11/19/2002 U.S.A.]
and girls of all ages! Let's not suffer from Chasmus Hystericus.
I'm just the Histrion with his tree on, a lit up Jack-a-dandy.
a a b c a c a d a c f h a a g g
More songs. More chaos. More is more. Not long now.
Don't let your musical celluloid get cellulite. Let's
sing our voix de ville.
I've got wild game in my yard, gotta get my shooter, and
end this intermezzo.
[posted 11/1/2002 U.S.A.]
have just returned from the studio and we have finished
mixing the first track. I'm not going to reveal the name,
but it is an onomatopoeia and it actually means the same
thing in every language. However, it has a specific slang
definition that refers to a sexual maneuver I found interesting.
I just watched the finished DVD with 5.1 sound and I must
say this makes me want to get back on stage right now.
After seeing everyone onscreen and at the art show, I
know that together, this will be the Golden Age we have
been waiting for. Thank you for your support and for coming
to meet me and my imaginary friends...you all looked sharp,
my bright fellow no-good and damned dandies. I felt sad
to part with my painted-paper-monkey works, but at least
I obtained some new art for myself...I have added another
Helnwein piece to my collection and this is one I've wanted
for many years.
I did hit several (deserving) pedestrians on the "Road"
(to) RULES OF ATTRACTION's red car-pit. (a legendary actress,
a Wonder from Years never ago and a sexual janitor) NOT
This is one of the best films I have seen and not just
because several of my friends are involved with it. Congratulations
to Roger for making fun of the people that we all hate,
for pissing in Dawson's Creek, and for tricking me into
letting you photograph my girlfriend's chest for your
own deviant usage.
Take pride in your vulgarity.
Old MacDonald had a pharmaceutical.
The rakes shall sweep the leaves of the fakes.
The rabbit has pulled me into the hat,
[posted 10/9/2002 U.S.A.]
Negative Use of Space
find all the cells we have molted away, clustering and
fucking in the dirt. Growing into little flowers. A blank
canvas and pigment makes me see odd things.
a fly with clown makeup, on a pile of shit, twists a used
rubber into a balloon rhinoceros. Or really John? Religion?
A candelabra and panties.
So...I paint scabs. Cover wounds, encased in scars. Paintings
are seldom guilty and often framed for crimes they did
not commit. Imprisoned in jails that are owned by the
Bourgeois who treat them like criminals...Kunsts! Talking
about them and not to them.
Some cover holes in walls, holes in lives. Some make holes
in wallets, in hearts...in negative space.
My art show is a few days away and I will be updating
the gallery with the show pieces...some of the existing
ones are older and I have not revealed my favorite pieces
yet. www. thegoldenageofgrotesque.com will be dedicated
to making these paintings available to anyone brave enough
to cover their walls.
THIS HAS NOT
stopped work on the album. It is swelling up like a pregnant
whore. I've included some photos that I have taken myself,
with the help of Skold. More coming and I hope to see
you this week.
The grin has found its cat.
and 10 strings
Small Child Respirator WMV
The March Hare WMV
[posted 9/16/2002 U.S.A.]
|CROSS YOUR FINGERS,
NOT YOUR LEGS
night I broke into someone's house. Climbed right in the
window while no one was home. The alarm started to chant,
"Intruder...Sector 3...bedroom." I didn't panic much,
but I was really curious where Sector 1 and 2 were located.
Regardless, there was no Pernod (a Parisian refreshment)
so I called up my friend--it was his house--and I gave
him "the works." I explained how easy it was to break
in and I said that I would wait for him to come return
and insisted he bring something nice to drink.
Later, in the early hours of morning, we talked about
the Mechanical Animals tour (he was my acolyte) and I
explained that he would be able to watch the GGG show
since he missed it. YES, rabble-rousers...the DVD is finished.
I know the wait will be well worth it, because I edited
together every detail of our last trip around the world.
There are things on and off stage that no person has or
should see. Or hear...We mixed it in 5.1 with the care
most people only use in films. Actually, we used it in
all the wrong ways. I don't like to follow "industry standards."
The extra dirty celluloid isn't just tossed on the end
like some behind the blah, blah, blah.........
I put together a short film (about half an hour) called
"The Death Parade." This will help you see what it's like
to be nailed to this wrecking ball.
Singing, singing all week.
Perfektion. I am a dog that loves my fleas.
The album is a catalogue of emergency room costume party
break-your-nose dancing ritualistic cattle mutilation
backyard burlesque whores d'oeuvres that will end in a
pleasant family-restaurant dinner. Even dessert, since
you kids got all 'A's.
I'll write more this week with new photos.
I'm off to the ballroom, time to waltz.
Nice to see you all again.
[posted 9/9/2002 U.S.A.]
LOOK A JUDGE IN THE MOUTH UNLESS HIS GIFT IS A BOOK ABOUT
Yesterday, I spent the afternoon with Andrew, who reminded
that the things that I create are only made complete by
those who enjoy them. I just want to simply say, "Thank
You," to Andrew for sharing such an important wish with
I've included a video clip of a song from the album. I
wanted to make Andrew a permanent part of history, sealed
up in distortion and megabytes of plastic.
Skold and I recorded him doing some back-up vocals, so
when you hear The GAOG you will get a piece of our meeting.
That piece is for every fan who couldn't be there.
Good luck Andrew,
[posted 8/28/2002 U.S.A.]
a Kordax for the Kodaks"
did not fly over, but landed IN, the cuckoo's nest this
morning. It was strange enough to get up at 7 a.m., but
after having my eggs...I went downtown to act in a short
film called: "Beat the Devil." This was directed by Tony
Scott and stars Gary Oldman, James Brown and YOURS TRULY.
All I can say is, I am proud to have gotten a signature
from the godfather of soul on my VERY OWN BIBLE! (I have
no idea what it says though.)
I will let you decide which one of us is the devil?!?!
The DVD is on its way and I have personally stirred together
a chaotic tornado of scenes from almost every show and
the shrapnel of each city and the characters we encountered.
I found a clip of us in Warsaw doing "Born Again" and
"In the Shadow of the Valley of Death" --(I play rhythm
There's "My Monkey" and a striptease in Rome of "Diary
of a Dope Fiend" (I have been cleared of all charges.)
There are women with baboons in Moscow. Wal-Mart in Mississippi.
Babysitting the Osbournes.
all of the nasty things that happen offstage that we were
never allowed to show you before.
This does not include the LA Olympic Auditorium show that
was televised and it looks and sounds completely different.
I hope anyone that went last year loves this scarred scrapbook,
and if you missed the GGG tour, you WON'T next time, after
I have more to tell you, but I must sleep.
at my book!
one is the devil?
make the man.
[posted 8/17/2002 U.S.A.]
left the studio last night and woke up to the sounds of
lagnolalia. I was in a lucid dream so I wasn't sure if
it was my kitty, Lily, using her sandbox as a toilet or
not. She howls when dispensing decorative "cat art."
I soon discovered a photo shoot in the living room and
I helped out with buldges and bustlines, as I am a reliable
authority. This was for Roger Avary and his film, "Rules
of Attraction." I myself, found that a bustline and a
cigarette can create quite a muliebrity. Even with me,
a non-smoker. I included some pics to prove.
I am the least theatrical when I am in the theatre, because
it is my home. However, I do spend alot of time in my
home theater, where I prefer to remain in the audience.
This was disrupted late this night by Karl Lagerfeld who
made me take a photograph on my staircase, possessed by
E.A. Poe and lubricated with absinthe.
In that dark blue sky you still keep, through my stained
glass laptop you try to peep. When will you ever sleep?
When the sun burns open my eye?
'til next time,
Brother is too bored to watch.
to meet not to swallow.
has the keys, but where are we going?
Party Monster photos
[posted 7/24/2002 U.S.A.]
|A CAT MAY LOOK AT
two days wrong and I have been caught in a musical form
of pistology. I am quite convinced, as always, that wrong
ideas are right. We’re a bigger brain. The tumor was benign.
Let me say thank you for your concern and interest. It
does matter to me.
Today I learned how to not play the saxophone. I even
drummed on the title track of the album. I recorded Pogo,
John5 and Skold chanting two-letter words.
We are moving 13 songs to a mix studio this week to make
our final descent, “So please raise your seatbacks and
Scarling and the Dali-Gaggers are still family and I wish
them luck. I hope to contribute some sort of mucopurulent
pilliwinks for old-time’s sake. Jes and Bradley, my bastard
The pay-per-view is all done but it is not at all what
you will see on the DVD that I have now taken complete
charge of. I think you deserve to see the best that we
have, and I intend to show it.
THE ALBUM, THE AKTION THE ASSHOLES.
Please be advised: If you don’t understand, then you ARE
in complete admiration of this aggressive-fashion-rape-symphony
and the syntax of the conductor. Now breathe slowly.
I like to throw shapes and have no fear of these unusual
practices. The cult of incongruity isn’t ever perfekt
because it is always better that way.
Even if you expect anything, you will get something else.
Those who have low expectations should get high.
I have a zoo full of new clips and pics and all sorts
of shits. This week I will drown you with some new meat
To the cry crickets out there in wonderland. I gorgonize
your every exfellowshipping daydreams of my death. I have
a funeral home-page and dead cell-phone dialing 911 (noIwonwon)
to remind you that you expired long before I told you
My lovers, unleavers, soldiers, survivors and believers!
LET’S GET OUR HILARODY UNDERWAY!
A catless grin with smoke for words,
I love all those who let me.
[posted 7/17/2002 U.S.A.]
|“The Arch Dandy
of Da Da! Daddy, there’s a man in our TV.”
week was strenuous and I landed myself in the hospital
as a result of “going too far” in the creation process.
I am fine now and glad to be back in the studio. We have
just completed the last track for the album and it is
my favorite so far.
I also started a series of life-size paintings of Elizabeth
Short’s bizarre death. It has haunted me all my life.
Speaking of paintings, I acquired a Marlene Dietrich portrait
from Helnwein that is signed by her. It is one of the
most amazing things I’ve ever seen.
If mankind is illustrated, are we pencils or erasers?
Write the score? Or the right whore?
[posted 7/4/2002 U.S.A.]
please. The world is coming to an end and I have a lot to
I started work with legendary painter/artist Gottfried
Helnwein. Thanks to Cyril, his son, we met some time ago
and are now collaborating. Today:
Lighting, camera tests, juggling.
I am too exhausted to reveal the details of our work but
it is multi-media-prop chaos that I know will please many
and enrage more. I am honored to work with him...and he
is having a gallery exhibit this Thursday in LA that I
will be attending.
As I promised, here are a couple of behind-the-scenes
shots taken by Matt N., my art assistant. These are not
representative of Helnwein’s work as he is primarily a
painter. (AMAZING PAINTER).
up on some makeup
to be shot
More to come.
[posted 6/24/2002 U.S.A.]
|THROUGH THE PAIN
GATE. (Do mirrors sleep and do they have feelings? Or—“90
days of Sodom”)
it’s good to be home. Sometimes the fine print in my Faustian
contract eludes me and I forget how little time there
is to accomplish so much. BUT THE IMPORTANCE IS TO ALWAYS:
1—Do anything creative. Who cares what people think of
2—After all, art is only one ‘f’ short of what most people’s
opinions smell like.
To update everyone, I went to Detroit and proved that
you are not always guilty of what people assume you are.
I flew to NYC and wrapped my last two scenes of “Party
Monster.” I think everyone will enjoy this amusing, dark
film and its talented cast. (Restrain your cynicism.)
I am starting a new film project tomorrow with some preliminary
photography work. All I can say now, is that a renowned
artist that I admire is going to collaborate on something
I will be directing. I want to take some shots just for
the site so you can get a sneak peek at what we are cooking
up. I will post something late Sunday.
We see ourselves printed out on a zerox again and again
and if we are not careful, we may end up just staring
at a blur of ink. NEVER TOUCH ME UNTIL I AM DRY. (It will
I only make these things---scratches, scars, mumbles,
cords, chords---to form a ladder to climb my way out of
the hole in Hell I have dug while trying to MAKE these
things. Sometimes, I forget to stop and enjoy how pretty
Hell can be, if you can get past the smell of DOUBT.
“Mais rien ne peut exister, si l’on raisonne.”
And as Cab says: “Hidee, Hidee Ho”
Some films I watched and/or rewatched this week:
“The Scarlet Empress”
and a favorite,
“L’AGE D’OR” by Luis Bunuel
You might enjoy.
Finally, I am trying to create a new Bullet-in ( ) Bored,
as some may have noticed. This project is currently being
handled by M.o.P., Stark. I have done this as a response
to many requests, which have not gone unnoticed. I hope
to be able to stop by there and chat periodically. However,
we are finishing up the record and preparing to mix, so
please understand the time restraints.
When I talk about the Marquis DeSade or recapturing the
spirit of Weimar Berlin at its decadent, creative peak,
I am not looking to go back in time or glorify anything
BUT expression. It also reminds me of the Limelight scene
in NYC from ‘89-’92. My interest in these pages of history
is a pile of scattered ransom-note-cut-ups meant to create
an invitation to chaos and a demand for style. (Whatever
Why attend an event when you can be one?
The world may be a stage and blah, blah….but we can ALL
BE STARS, not just players. No more rules to where the
“stage” ends and the audience begins.
Applause is music.
Boooooooos are beautiful when harmonized!
I enjoy watching YOU more than you think.
With admiration and respect for your inspired individuality…
You are always my fire---Los Olvidados.
[posted 6/22/2002 U.S.A.]
|LET’S NOT BE ALL
MOUTH AND NO TROUSERS. HELLO AGAIN TO MY “STRAWBERRY RIPPLES!”
friend taught me this phrase…“Jemandem nach dem Mund reden.
Halt’s Maul oder ich polier der die Fresse.” I have not
forgotten you; I just wanted to let everyone collect their
I am excited and relieved to have finished recording all
of Ginger’s drum tracks and we wrote one new song this
week as a bit of a therapeutic fire extinguisher. I welcome
my new bandmember. I don’t really feel the sting of insults
anymore but I care about my friends (new and old) so I
hope this community can contain their pointless prejudices.
It was nice to hear Jonathan Davis complimenting our album,
and showing support. I also got a surprising call from
Gidget (Brad Stewart), who has always been like a brother.
He is truly talented and I hope to help him with his new
work. It would be surreal to play a song together again,
since we have put the past behind us.
This weekend I photographed 40 to 50 of my paintings (from
‘97—‘02) to update the gallery and I will have the date
for the exhibit this week; it will be in late September.
There seems to be different opinions on my influences
these sunny days. While most come from French Surrealism,
Dada and the atmosphere of Weimar Berlin, I also find
this record so much like making Portrait of an American
Family. Reckless, Du kannst mich mal am Arsch lecken!
I had to get back to the reason that I wanted to begin
Cabaret is thought to have its origin in France in 1881
and the first Cabaret that represented the spirit I find
most inspiring, was in Berlin in 1901. The city was considered
devoid of Kultur and a breeding ground for evil. At times
of censorship and soulless art turned into simple products,
creativity rises. Rome! Nachtlokals! Oppression impression
obsession. This is not a statement, this is an observation
translated into real-time choreography. Fashion changed,
the world shifted its axis. Sounds like today.
Burlesque provided eroticism and sexscape. Cabaret and
Vaudeville were satire, parody and the theatre of grotesque.
Each has had an impact on everything we see today, but
I aim to revive the attitude of chaos and reckless disregard
for tomorrow, in order to make today’s creations as genius
as possible. If it shocks, it is only because it grabs
your attention in a clusterfuck of mediocrity. “Shocking”
is a juvenile attempt to describe well-crafted art.
I did sing in the first version of Moulin Rouge, but a
certain loving “woman,” had my vocals removed. While I
enjoyed working on the film, it was not my sole inspiration,
but an exciting element in this puzzle.
For the crib biters and der Flunkies-- You certainly can’t
be a fascist when you are into fashion. So let’s put on
our best suit, here comes the GOLDEN AGE.
[posted 6/10/2002 U.S.A.]
|THIS WILL NOT BE
THE LAST DAY ON EARTH
in yourself and making a tough, almost impossible decision
can hopefully define a man. This day is far harder for
me and my dear friend than it is for anyone else.
I made a choice that I hope will be the best for both
of us. There is no good or bad guy in this situation---
the reasons are between Twiggy and the band.
Twiggy, you will be missed and I truly hope you find something
that brings you happiness. I will always be here for you.
I mean that.
[posted 5/29/2002 U.S.A.]
FUTURE BELONGS TO THOSE WHO CREATE IT.”
are perfect and ripe just before decay.
Knowing this, a new consciousness, inevitably kills the
old. One of the most painful things a person can experience
is the agony of change.
If you truly love a concept, a vision, a person, an ideal…You
cannot waver, or surrender to habit. Do not feel fear
of what will be newly gained, and do not try to jump in
a grave when we need to pay our respects and leave a tragedy.
We are brave and we are NOT uncaring. We care…I care…
about the soul of what I create, because it IS my very
As I write this, I am watching Fellini's version of E.A.
Poe's "Never Bet The Devil Your Head."
Amusing. Will happiness drive us to despair?
When I wake up, it will be a new day. Tomorrow is closer
the paint pit
[posted 5/29/2002 U.S.A.]
My cryptovestiphilia was finally put to proper use this
past week while I was portraying "Christina" in the film
"Party Monster." I was actually allowed to leave home
alone and enter the central nervous system.
Tomorrow, I am going to see a movie by Pier Paolo Pasolini
in a theatre. Although I've watched it often over the
years, it may be the first time it has been shown in America,
as it was banned and the director was assassinated. I
was reminded of the importance and power of opinion when
expressed in art. Although art is undefinable, opinion
is seldom powerful.
hierophilia and imparcolpia aside!!!!!!!!
I know decoromedia is not a proper form of JOURNALism,
I find that the study of its rules help to create proper
settings for one's evolution. Of course, I mean this both
metaphorically and literally.
Some things won't be the same, because they will be better.
Manson in a French accent, "Delilah, do not run with those
(The girl often will pause now and pretend to sweep up
Manson, without the accent, says: "I have no persona called
Then to Delilah--a persona non grata--The Arch
Dandy proclaims, "I am merely an idiosyncrat."
in action as demonstrated by M.W. Gacy
postcard from the migraine fields
So we will now return our efforts to the melolagnia at
From the migraine fields,
[posted 5/25/2002 U.S.A.]
3: THE BUZZ MERCHANTS AND TICKETTY BOOS
almost finished with the long-awaited DVD.
The book publisher and release date will be officially
announced shortly. The delay, I now can say has been due
to a certain "religion's" way.
The album is pissing more than I drink and piss-propped
more than you think. I haven't opened the bottle yet.
All other B-sides, score pieces and tits and teeth will
be made available as soon as I am allowed. I hope the
changes HERE suit your desires and requests because the
persuasion plate is being attended to every day.
For now, there's a peep show that a
doctor once showed me.
[posted 5/11/2002 U.S.A.]
|The Age of Blame
bang the window pane for fruitless hours.
"Where is our apple?!" "Where is our apple?!"
"Kill that man. Kill that Manson. He is STARK raving mad
and we are sad."
I say throw him in the hole and cover him in those forsaken
songs. Where is our devil? (We know where god is.)
LOVE the exaggerated.
LOVE what we are knot, until we are so tangled we cannot
I I I I have got a big new cd, undefined, well-designed.
I want to give you a peak this week-end. Maybe 5 or 10,
I don't know.
I have final news on the book. There's a date set. Place
I I I love you all (yes, all) and I hate to see this tower
of babble fall. It is just a playground, and the principal
will fix the sandbox soon.
Da Da Marilyn Manson
[posted 5/3/2002 U.S.A.]
aged text that serves as an opening image to my journal,
was put there to promote thought and discussion. I would
like to make it clear that these words are not mine, nor
did I intend for you to believe that they were.
I used one of the memoirs of the great and talented, Marlene
Dietrich as a bit of an amusement park sign that one might
see at night.
Will it turn on? Has it ever been on? Do I want it to?
From the NACHTKABARETT,
[posted 4/19/2002 U.S.A.]
STAINS OF YESTERDAY
you see, we have begun the show and the progress of this
website’s transformation will continue rapidly in the
days to come. The band has written 2 more songs and I
am working on the musical intro of the album today. I
foresee a trip to Europe needed to capture the charming
atmosphere of decay I am seeking for this one.
I’ve also been busy painting in preparation for my first
art exhibit, set to take place at the Tamara Bane Gallery
in Los Angeles in mid August. I’ve photographed some works
(in progress) and some of my working material as well.
I have word on the novel coming soon.
Sometimes DRUGS can add color to a black mood or exterminate
those insects of depression. But only ART, like shards
of glass and bloodstained asphalt at an intersection,
can capture the pain or lack of it with a beauty that
almost resembles a bruise on god. I have seen the side
effects of my thoughts and I have found that there is
no cure. While it is terminal, I am spelled out in a halcyon
font with an unwashed brain and a belief in my new layer
of skin. I must advise, that despite the discomfort any
creature endures when molting, never hesitate the agony
of leaving behind the dead cells.
To stay in that rotten shell you have finally outgrown,
you will surely die.
You won’t understand if you are sitting.
detail of Jonathan work
paint goes inside
I grow old I would like a drink (in progress)
in progress (Jonathan)
[posted 3/26/2002 U.S.A.]
have now entered "The Golden Age of Grotesque."
My band and I are going to give you a peep of what it
looks and sounds like. Check the news for more agit-prop
and first thing tomorrow, you will get a taste of this
[posted 3/21/2002 U.S.A.]
enjoyed the results of Resident Evil and its use of my
score work. I congratulate Paul Andersen. I hope all of
you thriller sci-fi fans liked it as well. The other pieces
that are not on the soundtrack will be made available
here very soon.
For now, here is a glimpse into the studio. I took a few
shots of co-producer Tim Skold and the guys recording
a new song that John 5 wrote. Expect to see more of me
singing and the rest of the band recording in greater
Next week I plan to announce the album title, but I can
say for sure NONE of the fake track listings are even
close. No predictions of “ghetto Dracula” or anything
else are accurate either. I can say the album will be
a hard and violent mix of industrial-strength punk vaudeville
with 30s Berlin cabaret decadence.
One song title is…”Use your fist and not your mouth.”
Here is a peek:
John 5 and Tim Skold
in the booth
at the mix board
[posted 3/13/2002 U.S.A.]
|It's time to accept
knowing what you are and what you want to say
is time for something new.
I am done with 11 songs now.
It has no resemblance to what most critical prophets of
the identity-free forum are expecting.
I am glad you will all be here to join me on this trip
to the only society that matters and that is the society
I've got new pics for the museum and some clips of the
recording on the way.
I miss the stage and I will be heading for it soon enough.
But it's going to be something else my darling ones.
[posted 3/3/2002 U.S.A.]
|THE TRAUMA of BIRTH
let anyone look at your baby until it coughs. You have
generated this great work, it cannot be called "degenerate."
OOhhh the baby's crying.
Trouble is on its way.
Love and I am,
[posted 2/22/2002 U.S.A.]
I can post a message since my throat is bloody and raw
from singing all night. One more song is finished. The
album is almost whole.
I just approved the soundtrack to Resident Evil. They
are using four of my score pieces. The titles are:
"Seizure of power"
"Resident Evil Main Title Theme"
There was a chance they might use another but this should
be the final 4. The rest will appear only in the film
but I may try to sneak a few for you to hear. The titles
"The whole is greater than the sum of its parts"
"The red queen"
"The queen explains the needs"
"Suppressing early signs of infection"
and "The dead walk"
I'll tell you some song titles for my album soon. I'm
off to the studio.
[posted 2/9/2002 U.S.A.]
|February 6, 2002
I'm not in the studio today, so I am painting a picture
that is inspired by a recent magic show that I
In the world of DVD's, ours is being finished despite
delays. The disc itself will contain much more than
the concert pay-per-view which is being rescheduled.
The DVD goes like this
and so on.
I'm seeing Jonathan Davis this week but there
was never a definite collaboration, just a rumor.
We had a good time working together again.
This journal will indeed be filled with video
entries and still photos in the future. But for now
I think I've said enough. I'm back to work.
[posted 2/6/2002 U.S.A.]