The next my chemical romance song will sampled entirely from the sounds a building being demolished and frank slamming a guitar repeatedly against a concrete wall
Makes way more sense that Gerard is saying “open a track for him” but also funny that Gerard saw Frank playing a guitar with a knife and was like no no we gotta capture this
it’s ok to keep secrets, everybody has some skeletons in the closet. Wraiths in the attic. Ghosts in the bedroom. Mummy in the kitchen. Enchanted armor on the stairs. Slimes in the basement. Maybe a giant spider in the backyard. Beholder or two in the garage. Vampires are also in the closet
my house is very unsafe
good news it’s 2022 and all the vampires are finally out of the closet
ok ok ok this is going to be too long and overly sappy but im mostly writing this for posterity because this is a genuinely huge moment in my life. i will be quippy and fun more tomorrow. holy shit. i could go back through my blog and make a collage of all the times i tried and failed to predict new mcr music (and might, that would be pretty funny). but every single one of those times i was focused on the mystery, for lack of a better word. i was trying to puzzle out the unknown and enjoying that, because that’s who i am. and while i’ve believe mostly whole heartedly that they would give us this the whole time, i had never, and maybe wasn’t capable of, predicting what i would feel like in the after. the emotional roller coaster of it all … brian pops up, and as usual i jump in the chat being like hey guys maybe THIS is it, and then somebody makes a solid point as to why this time ISN’T it, and i conceded, but still stuck around a little to see what happened. and then brian went all cryptic, or even more cryptic, and my little alarm bells rang, but they ring when the wind blows whatever way, so it didn’t matter. and then i refreshed the page and it happened. it was real. i had to close out of twitter and reopen it to make sure i wasn’t fucking seeing things, or day dreaming real bad. im distantly aware of how lame this is but i don’t think i’ve ever felt like that. i broke out into a full body sweat. i started laughing in a Truly Hysterical Manner. i scrambled for my headphones and had to sit on the fucking floor because i couldn’t handle the new music while sitting on my bed. i kept jumping between trying to talk to people about it and just sitting there … listening. they wrote us a song. it is so good. it sounds just like i dreamt it would and it sounds like nothing i could have ever imagined. i think i damaged my ears a little from how loud i listened to it. it is unbelievable. i believed with my whole little heart for so long and yet i still haven’t accepted it. they are my band. im never going to love another band like this. and i waited. i’ve been waiting since i was 13 years old and they broke up on me. i waited for the chance to love them without feeling like i was poking an irritable corpse and i waited 2 and a half years on top of that. i waited and it paid off. they are my band and they are going on tour and they gave us music. im so fucking happy. i am a little ecstatic in the traditional sense, honestly. my chemical romance is an american rock band from new jersey and nobody is ever going to match them. how could they?
i waited for the chance to love them without feeling like i was poking an irritable corpse and i waited 2 and a half years on top of that. i waited and it paid off.
this song is so achingly familiar. like nothing ever changed. yet also so excitingly different. like seeing an old friend after a few years and theyre still the same person but theres something distinctly New about them.
You have all these old memories and now you have room for new ones.
