“Music is the strongest form of magic.”
Today marks the 50th birthday of a man who, I might say, guided me through my teenage years with his music, art and performances.
10-12 years ago I was most definitely not a social being, on the contrary, it was difficult to get any words out of my mouth on a regular basis as I was most self-conscious about every little aspect of myself (including my voice, so I didn’t like talking too loud). Instead of going out, I spent a lot of my time in my room, drowning myself in lyrics I could not even fully understand yet. I felt like I was not alone. I felt like I was in on a little secret. I felt more strong and intelligent, but also curious, disturbed and a little bit terrified.
“I never said to be like me, I say to be like you and make a difference.”
Although people’s first reaction tends to be something along the lines of “violent, pornographic, disgusting, drug abusive devil worshiper”, I looked a little deeper and found a lot in Marilyn Manson that I wanted to be at the time. Different, honest, well-spoken, smart, intriguing, dark and longing to change the way people think. As humans, we all have flaws and they are easy to notice, but we should be able to look past the imperfections and find things in others that are unique and beautiful. Over the years, I gained more confidence, more arrogance, and a wish to once create something equally controversial myself. I learned to appreciate art and enjoyed the mere act of feeling things intensely. I learned to criticize the general way of thinking and understood that there is no “normal”. There are only standardized ways of living and the people who are yelling are the ones who are paid attention to, but that doesn’t mean that what they say is right or truthful. I learned to question everything, think for myself and find out what I value in life, but also to go by life with a little kick of a rock’n’roll.
“My goal isn’t to make money, it’s to try and survive and make a point.”
Some lyrics that have stuck with me throughout the albums:
The Bright Young Things
We know who we are and what we want to say
And we don’t care who’s listening
We don’t rebel to sell
It just suits us well
We’re the bright young things
I can tell you what they say in space
That our earth is too grey
But when the spirit is so digital
The body acts this way
I Don’t Like The Drugs (But The Drugs Like Me)
You and I are under-dosed and we’re ready to fall
We’re raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all
A pill to make you numb, a pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won’t save her from herself
I Want To Disappear
And we love the abuse
Because it makes us feel
Like we are needed
15 (a song with which I like to start my every birthday)
This time I won’t hesitate to kill to protect what I believe in
Thus I thank you, Brian Hugh Warner, for getting me through my teenage years accompanied by wits and inspiration and teaching me to see beauty in the strangest of things. I’d say I didn’t turn out that bad considering I was following a SEX-DRUGS-SATANIST-LORD-HELP-US-WHAT-EVEN-ARE-YOU. Or what do you think?