A metaphorical low for Shirley Manson involved a poster, a car journey and getting dumped. A lawyer for Garbage’s label Interscope records called and told her she was dropped. “I was about 40 years old at the time. My mother was dying, I was abjectly miserable, my career was on the skids,” she remembers, convincing herself at the time, “You will never again recover, you’re a woman over 40, you’re screwed.” On the journey home alone after this call, she drove down Los Feliz Boulevard, five minutes from her house, and looked to her right. There in front of her was a shop-sized display poster of Garbage being sold at a yard sale for a few dollars. “I looked at myself being sold on the street, literally. And I burst int...
