fuck the fandom
As of right now, I am officially giving the fandom a giant middle finger. I mean, I kind of have been out of it for the past few months, but I got bored and said, hey! I haven't been to these sites in forever so maybe I should visit them again. Well, at least I got see why I got fed up in the first place.
First off, Buzznet needs to be revamped or go away altogether. That place drives me insane. And I never joined any of the groups there, thank God. Ninety-eight percent of the people there are completely fucking brain dead. And the LJ groups? It's disgusting, it really is. Shit like this is one of the major reasons why celebrities get so fucked up. It turned the one thing that made me feel better about myself into one more thing that made me feel like a complete retard. Trust me, arguing with a bunch of misguided, bitchy, petty "fans" about why stalking and tearing apart a hairdresser because she might or might not be engaged to the lead singer made me depressed and angry at the world.
I remember when I first heard of MCR. It was around this time last year, give or take a few weeks. I bought my monthly issue of Blender magazine, like I do every month and they were on the cover. "What is it with these guys?" They were everywhere. I knew that they had an album come out, but I never really listened to them so I just bought the magazine and that was that. Later, when I started reading the article, I saw the pictures. (Okay, I got interested because I thought Gerard was hot, I admit it, deal with it.) While I was reading the article, it occured to me that they weren't douchebags like a lot of other musicians out there. Then I started hearing so many good things about their album, so I decided to buy it. OMG. I listened to the whole CD. I NEVER DO THAT. Most people's albums suck. I heard what they were saying. It was wintertime, the snow was falling, and I listened to it on the way to the job that I hated, on the way to and from my therapy appointments. I learned all the words to the songs. I bought their other albums. That was what colored my christmastime. And I miss that feeling so much.
I guess my feelings about the fandom are my own. I wanted more information, so I kept digging, plunging myself further and further into the abyss. I admit, I met some cool people (meghan mayham and skatekwondo come to mind) but most everybody else deserved to have their hard drives blown up. I wanted more and I got it. Be careful for what you wish for. Then came the anger and the fighting and the ridiculousness. Then finally, I had to pull away. It was too much. And I was gone until a few nights ago, when I heard "Welcome to the Black Parade" playing on the radio. I stopped and pulled over in a parking and thought. It came back. And I want to be back.
This time, I'm getting back to basics and staying there. Me and the music, that's it. No fan clubs, no armies, no groups, no message boards, just me and the music.
All I want is the music, and fuck every thing else.
Skatekwondo, where are you? Hey Fatbottomed, what's up?
First off, Buzznet needs to be revamped or go away altogether. That place drives me insane. And I never joined any of the groups there, thank God. Ninety-eight percent of the people there are completely fucking brain dead. And the LJ groups? It's disgusting, it really is. Shit like this is one of the major reasons why celebrities get so fucked up. It turned the one thing that made me feel better about myself into one more thing that made me feel like a complete retard. Trust me, arguing with a bunch of misguided, bitchy, petty "fans" about why stalking and tearing apart a hairdresser because she might or might not be engaged to the lead singer made me depressed and angry at the world.
I remember when I first heard of MCR. It was around this time last year, give or take a few weeks. I bought my monthly issue of Blender magazine, like I do every month and they were on the cover. "What is it with these guys?" They were everywhere. I knew that they had an album come out, but I never really listened to them so I just bought the magazine and that was that. Later, when I started reading the article, I saw the pictures. (Okay, I got interested because I thought Gerard was hot, I admit it, deal with it.) While I was reading the article, it occured to me that they weren't douchebags like a lot of other musicians out there. Then I started hearing so many good things about their album, so I decided to buy it. OMG. I listened to the whole CD. I NEVER DO THAT. Most people's albums suck. I heard what they were saying. It was wintertime, the snow was falling, and I listened to it on the way to the job that I hated, on the way to and from my therapy appointments. I learned all the words to the songs. I bought their other albums. That was what colored my christmastime. And I miss that feeling so much.
I guess my feelings about the fandom are my own. I wanted more information, so I kept digging, plunging myself further and further into the abyss. I admit, I met some cool people (meghan mayham and skatekwondo come to mind) but most everybody else deserved to have their hard drives blown up. I wanted more and I got it. Be careful for what you wish for. Then came the anger and the fighting and the ridiculousness. Then finally, I had to pull away. It was too much. And I was gone until a few nights ago, when I heard "Welcome to the Black Parade" playing on the radio. I stopped and pulled over in a parking and thought. It came back. And I want to be back.
This time, I'm getting back to basics and staying there. Me and the music, that's it. No fan clubs, no armies, no groups, no message boards, just me and the music.
All I want is the music, and fuck every thing else.
Skatekwondo, where are you? Hey Fatbottomed, what's up?