Whoa, dude.
So I totally wasn't going to go to the state fair/to see MyChem play in the grandstand Sunday. I talked myself out of it, right?
And then it crept back in in the past couple of days, like "why the hell aren't you going, they're your favorite band???"
And then, I taped the VMA pre-show tonight to see the world premier performance of their new single, "Welcome to the Black Parade."
Holy damn. Wow. That song, it totally encapsulates their band, the whole foundation of them, the idea of taking the darkness and using it to make you stronger, defying that which would bring you down. And Gerard... well, unfortunate, with the hair. Bleaching = bad. And Mikey got contacts... sad, but not bad. They've all just grown so much -- just in the way they carry themselves, like they used to be scared kids, then defiant punks riding the wave of acceptance, and now, they've really come into their own.
They project confidence now -- their screams aren't a venting of pain but a rallying cry. They've grown as a band and landed at a point where this is it, this is the realization of what they've been aspiring to be, rebel superheroes of sorts, grand, theatrical, even a bit paternal, having arrived in a position where they can be comfortable as role models, leaning down to extend their hands toward those who are down and low.
And I'd swear that I heard a few phrases in their new single that sounded like they cribbed them from me. Literally. Like remember that poem I gave them last summer, before they went into the studio to work on the new album? Yeah. In a few spots, a few phrases, eerily familiar. It'll always make me wonder... I mean, stranger things have happened than a guy working on lyrics has a line pop into his head that he read months before, maybe he doesn't remember where it's from, but the arrangement of words stuck in his head and now it sounds good to use.
In any case, I'm totally freakin' going on Sunday.
And Lilly, if you read this, are you going? If you happened to be going, maybe we could meet up or something.
So I totally wasn't going to go to the state fair/to see MyChem play in the grandstand Sunday. I talked myself out of it, right?
And then it crept back in in the past couple of days, like "why the hell aren't you going, they're your favorite band???"
And then, I taped the VMA pre-show tonight to see the world premier performance of their new single, "Welcome to the Black Parade."
Holy damn. Wow. That song, it totally encapsulates their band, the whole foundation of them, the idea of taking the darkness and using it to make you stronger, defying that which would bring you down. And Gerard... well, unfortunate, with the hair. Bleaching = bad. And Mikey got contacts... sad, but not bad. They've all just grown so much -- just in the way they carry themselves, like they used to be scared kids, then defiant punks riding the wave of acceptance, and now, they've really come into their own.
They project confidence now -- their screams aren't a venting of pain but a rallying cry. They've grown as a band and landed at a point where this is it, this is the realization of what they've been aspiring to be, rebel superheroes of sorts, grand, theatrical, even a bit paternal, having arrived in a position where they can be comfortable as role models, leaning down to extend their hands toward those who are down and low.
And I'd swear that I heard a few phrases in their new single that sounded like they cribbed them from me. Literally. Like remember that poem I gave them last summer, before they went into the studio to work on the new album? Yeah. In a few spots, a few phrases, eerily familiar. It'll always make me wonder... I mean, stranger things have happened than a guy working on lyrics has a line pop into his head that he read months before, maybe he doesn't remember where it's from, but the arrangement of words stuck in his head and now it sounds good to use.
In any case, I'm totally freakin' going on Sunday.
And Lilly, if you read this, are you going? If you happened to be going, maybe we could meet up or something.