"She's a red headed woman with a cigarette and evil in her eyes, she's a red headed woman with a cigarette that's her clever disguise." - Samson, Regina Spektor.
LA, mid 90s.
Diane Larkin is the lead singer of Garbage who, after a rather eventful li...
Budapest, Thurles, Hasselt, Stockholm, Copenhagen, Berlin, Hamburg, Barcelona, Madrid, Milan, Marseille, all splendid cities of which, fortunately, Diane had vivid memories. The autumn of '97 seemed to bring a fresh wave of change: it must have been the alignments of the planets, it must have been the almost total sobriety achieved by the red or the beautiful situation created between the two groups. The only thing she was sure of was that she didn't really want to go back to Los Angeles, the air of the old continent did her good and thinking about going back to her usual life, between the heat and the frenzy of the City of Angels, saddened her a lot. Especially after attending the Hasselt's Pukkelpop Festival with her much-loved Hole. It was always a pleasure to be backstage with other musicians, Diane loved festivals for that very reason, in a sense her anxiety almost always vanished unlike tours with only her band. They spent two fire days in the Belgian town, even though it wasn't exactly a place for "sex, drugs and rock'n'roll". Diane, Courtney and Melissa didn't leave eachothers for a second, from arriving at the festival to leaving for the Swedish capital. Or at least, Courtney and Diane didn't lose sight of each other for 48 hours, unlike Melissa who, together with Dave, disappeared for long periods of time, until they were discovered by the redhead: exiting Taylor's room and walking towards hers, she saw the bass player come out of the singer room, laughing with him and trying to free herself from his grip. The redhead lowered her black glasses slightly over her nose, slowly approaching her room as she continued to scrutinize the two of them, who hadn't even noticed her presence, from afar. "Let me go to my room, David." Melissa laughed at him, and finally managed to get away from his arms, who leaned towards her, grabbing her by her face before leaving a long kiss on her lips. "See you around California, then." He looks at her with a half-smile on his face, the last time Diane had seen Dave so taken by someone was in '94, when he had just married his then girlfriend, Jennifer. "You better come and see me in Canada, Grohl." Affirmed the bass player before leaving yet another kiss before the redhead interrupted them with a cough. "It's only seven in the morning, guys. A little dignity..." The singer raised her arms before turning to her door to open it with an amused smile on her lips "Where do you come from? " Dave asked, folding his arms across his chest, which made the bass player next to him laugh again. "Guess, Eric!"
"Send me an angel to love, I need to feel a little piece of heaven." Diane closed her eyes, gripping the microphone with both hands as the audience screamed the chants of My Lover's box along with her. Marseille was to be their last concert on the European tour before returning home. So Pat decided that, for the occasion, he would dress her like Johnny Rotten, only in a female version. "Just because I have red hair?" She asked arching an eyebrow before the guitarist threw a pair of flared black leather pants at her. "Now you wear what I say." At that point it had become a real job for him, he had taken it very seriously. After checking his suitcases, he pulled out a white T-shirt with Destroy written on it and a crucifix upside down, then showing it satisfied to the girl who, smiling back at him, wasted no time and put it on, posing for his friend and being more than grateful that her stylist was Pat fucking Smear.
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