- 30 Aug 18
It’s 7AM and, in decidedly un-rock ‘n’ roll fashion, Shirley Manson’s LA day is just starting rather than ending following a madzer one in The Viper Room or wherever else is hip these days.
“The Viper Room was last century, wasn’t it?” the Garbage singer deadpans in a voice that, despite a decade spent in Californian exile, still screams “Edinburgh!”
“The early mornings are offset by quite a few impressively late nights – I’m still a bit of a maniac in that respect – but I gave up trying to be hip ages ago,” she resumes. “When I first moved to Los Angeles I absolutely loathed it. After a while, though, you work out how, amongst all the craziness, to lead a normal life. Y’know, get up, make coffee, fanny around, take the dog for a walk.”