Oh my bloody god, I've got to see my idol and her band, Shirley Manson and Garbage, live in my country. A very pleasant small concert hall (website tells me 250 is the capacity, and it wasn't even full last night) with a magical crowd made my entire life perfect. For years I've wanted to see Garbage play and be drowned in their tones and lyrics of recognition. Last night was that night and living for 3 months on bread and rice has been more than worth it. Even if I had to go alone since no one else I know of is a Garbage fan but that was all forgotten as soon as the concert started. I thought I'd survive, I thought I'd just be happy and go mental. But instead from the moment Shirley Manson took the stage I couldn't stop tearing up. The energy, the power and the wealth of life experience came crashing down on me as she entered and ruled the room. She strutted around like she was the queen of rock and roll and slowly loosened as the evening progressed. To see my idol parade around like that, see her in all sorts of states and styles, all I could think was: "Oh god...she exists." It's one thing to be a fan of person or band, to see them on youtube and on dvd's, but to see them in person and see the intensity. The pure passion and power in her eyes. It's on a new level. Near the end, Shirley Manson knelt down right in front of me and looked me straight in the eyes as I was singing along. She smiled to me and we never broke eyecontact as we sang the refrain together. For that small moment I sang together with my idol. She told me the world was not enough, but that it's such a perfect place to start, and I couldn't agree more. I actually wanted to type some more about recent gamings and such but that'll have to wait, I'm still too excited from last night.