Tuesday, February 15, 2011

let's ruin everything

Yesterday I found myself wondering if I really wanted to lug myself all the way down to Toulouse for a concert by a band I've seen twice already and met the guitarist too, but after hitting myself in the head for being an idiot (there was some confusion, all on my part, about the ticket), I am going. I don't know why I do this to myself.

Who am I going to see? My Chemical Romance. Some of you may scoff and roll your eyes, but you have clearly never heard Gerard Way talking. His voice, oh my God. If I could marry it, I would.


The first time I saw My Chemical Romance, it was in Phoenix at the jobing.com arena (horrible name, I know. It used to be something better but it was bought out) in 2007. I went with my friend, who at the time I didn't know very well. We would go on to become roommates the next year and she would become one of my best friends even though she abandoned me and moved back to California. We drove up from Tucson, two hours, and had seats ... far away. It was an arena, hence very big, but still awesome.

Of course, the next day, after getting home at one AM, we got up at five and drove to California for Spring Break. It was a great week. Minus the horrible traffic on the way back.

The next time I saw MCR, it was still 2007, but it was the fall, a new semester with my old MCR buddy as my new roommate in our awesome apartment overlooking the Catalina mountains (I really do miss that apartment...). This time, I went to the concert alone, but lucky me, it was in Tucson, a twenty minute drive from my apartment, at a tiny little venue in downtown. MCR had decided to do a small venue tour, which I appreciated since small venues are much better, more intimate, more likely to actually be able to see people.

The show was awesome, as always, and afterwards, I got to meet Frankie, Frank Iero, the guitarist who's my same height, so adorably cute. I got his autograph on my ticket... which I haven't seen since that night. I honestly have no idea where it went. I really hope I didn't lose it, but who knows.

So yesterday I was thinking of just not going, of canceling that part of the trip and going to Amsterdam or somewhere else. But today at work, while sitting in the teacher's lounge for the better part of the day (I really am au chomage most of the time here. It's becoming a joke with the teachers), I was listening to my ipod and what song should come on but MCR? I have to say, their latest CD isn't my favorite, but there are two songs on there that I just love. It was one of those songs, and I said to myself, I have see this live. It was Planetary (GO!) in case you want to listen. I encourage you to do so.

It is sad that Bob is no longer in the band, but there's nothing I can do about that. I don't know who the touring drummer is.

Some of you may be laughing at me, or possibly calling me emo, for liking MCR, but I don't like them because of any of the stereotypes. I think they're genuinely nice people who happen to write and play music that I like to listen to. Plus, Gerard's songs have always seemed really personal, which I appreciate (and which is why I can't support Glee doing a cover of SING - sorry, but it just sounds wrong when Gee's not singing it).

I've listened to MCR since senior year of high school. I remember lying on my bed, staring at the dark ceiling and listening to The Edge radio station as they played the top ten requests of the day every night at ten and hearing Helena come on over and over again. I remember hearing I'm Not Okay every day on the drive to work after school. I was a big radio person in those days. That's probably why certain songs remind me so much of that time in my life.

In conclusion, I am now re-excited to go see MCR. It helps that I just checked out the venue and it's pretty small. I don't know how concerts are in France, but I plan to get there early and get a good spot (the entire thing is general admission). :D Here, have some photos of the last MCR concert I went to, and yes, I took them all.




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