Process the progress
So I'm now in that place where I haven't posted for a while and now I have ALL THE THINGS to post about. Eep. Part of the reason I haven't posted is that I have been plagued with guilt over not finishing my Galentine's Day requests yet, so not only am I letting down my friends, but I'm letting down Leslie Knope and WOMEN EVERYWHERE. Sigh. However: I SOLEMNLY SWEAR that I will finish them all. I SWEAR. (I realize this is probably more important to me than it is to you guys, but. It is important to me, so I will do it.)
Anyway. There has been a lot said already about MCR's breakup (I liked this article, BTW, though its overfocus on Gerard tweaks me a little bit, but then again, Gerard has that effect on people ♥). Kitty's response is basically the perfect one, IMO, but this is kind of a big deal to me and so I did at least want to mark the moment. I don't think it fully sank in with me until Gerard posted his eulogy, which made me cry not exactly because I was sad about the band breaking up, but because it reminded me of everything that was so fucking amazing about them: the sincerity, the integrity, the awareness that what they were saying mattered, and the desire to use that power for good. I am excited to see what they all do next-Gerard is writing, and where Gerard is, so too will Mikey be, because Mikeyway is the Jesus of little brothers; Frank has his ridiculous weird delightful blog, and Leathermouth; Ray has his ninja baby (I think), though I have to say my greatest fear about all of this is that Ray will just drop off the map and I will never have another panty-melting, soul-searing Ray Toro guitar solo in my ears again. (By the same token, I can't imagine Ray doing anything BUT playing music, like the character in the AU who keeps his identity completely intact-Ray/music is OTP.) And I would be thoroughly unsurprised if there was a reunion at some point down the line, because lord knows this band changes its narrative all the damn time (♥), and part of me can't conceive of a world in which those four guys don't want to make music together anymore.
Regardless, though, even if they never play another note together, I get to keep so many amazing things: the way I am physically incapable of sitting still when the chorus for "Planetary" kicks in; the way my heart clenches involuntarily when I hear the first note of "Welcome To the Black Parade"; the way that "House of Wolves" makes me want to hit the repeat button until it falls off my iPod; the memory of driving down a sunny road with the windows open, yelling "Na Na Na" at the top of my lungs. I get to keep the fucking amazing shows I saw with
zabira and sadiane and me_maneuver, and the equally fucking amazing debriefs afterward; the fact that every slumber party seemed to eventually wind down into watching the Hoboken show at 2 in the morning; the glorious, epic, everything-I-ever-wanted-and-more pillow-and-pajama-clad flailing over Reading and the iTunes festival last year after Bitchin' Party; the transcendent moment when
mistresscurvy,
amazonziti, desfinado, entropical87,
catwalksalone, and I all collapsed into laughter upon being informed that "my mother is a fucking SAINT." I get to keep the stories I read and adored, the stories I wrote and was proud of. And most of all, I hope very much that I get to keep the fabulous friends I met because of this fabulous fandom, and the friends I got to know better.
I get to keep so much that it's hard to cry too much for what else I might have had. There was absolutely room in my heart for more MCR love, but that doesn't mean it wasn't already full to the brim.
So. BE SOMETHING, MOTHERFUCKERS. You are, and you will. ♥ ♥ ♥
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Anyway. There has been a lot said already about MCR's breakup (I liked this article, BTW, though its overfocus on Gerard tweaks me a little bit, but then again, Gerard has that effect on people ♥). Kitty's response is basically the perfect one, IMO, but this is kind of a big deal to me and so I did at least want to mark the moment. I don't think it fully sank in with me until Gerard posted his eulogy, which made me cry not exactly because I was sad about the band breaking up, but because it reminded me of everything that was so fucking amazing about them: the sincerity, the integrity, the awareness that what they were saying mattered, and the desire to use that power for good. I am excited to see what they all do next-Gerard is writing, and where Gerard is, so too will Mikey be, because Mikeyway is the Jesus of little brothers; Frank has his ridiculous weird delightful blog, and Leathermouth; Ray has his ninja baby (I think), though I have to say my greatest fear about all of this is that Ray will just drop off the map and I will never have another panty-melting, soul-searing Ray Toro guitar solo in my ears again. (By the same token, I can't imagine Ray doing anything BUT playing music, like the character in the AU who keeps his identity completely intact-Ray/music is OTP.) And I would be thoroughly unsurprised if there was a reunion at some point down the line, because lord knows this band changes its narrative all the damn time (♥), and part of me can't conceive of a world in which those four guys don't want to make music together anymore.
Regardless, though, even if they never play another note together, I get to keep so many amazing things: the way I am physically incapable of sitting still when the chorus for "Planetary" kicks in; the way my heart clenches involuntarily when I hear the first note of "Welcome To the Black Parade"; the way that "House of Wolves" makes me want to hit the repeat button until it falls off my iPod; the memory of driving down a sunny road with the windows open, yelling "Na Na Na" at the top of my lungs. I get to keep the fucking amazing shows I saw with
zabira and sadiane and me_maneuver, and the equally fucking amazing debriefs afterward; the fact that every slumber party seemed to eventually wind down into watching the Hoboken show at 2 in the morning; the glorious, epic, everything-I-ever-wanted-and-more pillow-and-pajama-clad flailing over Reading and the iTunes festival last year after Bitchin' Party; the transcendent moment when
mistresscurvy,
amazonziti, desfinado, entropical87,
catwalksalone, and I all collapsed into laughter upon being informed that "my mother is a fucking SAINT." I get to keep the stories I read and adored, the stories I wrote and was proud of. And most of all, I hope very much that I get to keep the fabulous friends I met because of this fabulous fandom, and the friends I got to know better.
I get to keep so much that it's hard to cry too much for what else I might have had. There was absolutely room in my heart for more MCR love, but that doesn't mean it wasn't already full to the brim.
So. BE SOMETHING, MOTHERFUCKERS. You are, and you will. ♥ ♥ ♥
This post is also at Dreamwidth! http://brynnmck.dreamwidth.org/293708.html Comments at Dreamwidth: