10/26/06, My Chemical Romance @ the House of Blues: A Novella

[gillian_sans]

First I must start off with a confession; up until last night I had never seen My Chemical Romance live in concert. Shocker, I know. Even to myself because I've never gone this long without seeing a band that I'm really into. Unfortunately I suffer from having bad timing and an ill temper and it just didn't work out until this album and this mini-

Comments

[justa_figment]

Annie! Oh man, the British punk kids are amazing (and smelly) and I think Camden Town is my favorite place everever (it's like South Street in Philly -- only HUGE!) and they're just EVERYWHERE up there. Brilliant stuff. It's amazing seeing them in their natural habitat.

EEEEE! You got to see MCR TWICE and I am a happy, happy thing. AND OH RAY YES. I have such a soft spot for his head banging and enthusiasm and SHREDDING and his little voice! which is not what I ever would have expected. Oh man, the Ray love is definitely in full force.

I WEEP, ANNIE. They're playing London Brixton and I'm going to be in PARIS (which, I mean, awesome) but NOT THERE SEEING MCR. And then they're coming back here in like, March? when I'm home and I'm just shaking my fist and thinking that I'm never going to see them ever. But I have faith, really. It's just the MCR gods are not smiling upon me.

And okay, okay. I read those comments up there [points] and I, like Aja, AM FREAKING OUT. That's so awesome, except apparently when it isn't. Band encounters can be a fickle thing, and considering I get sick and nauseated even at the IDEA of meeting any band I love I could see how this could end badly. My friend and I try to outdo each other when it comes to TEH AWKWARD (right now she's winning after she blurted out to Chris Mills "I scrapbook to The Silver Line all the time!" like a giant dork. She STILLS hits herself for that every time she remembers.) But it definitely diminishes with time. All my bad encounters are viciously embarrassing for a good while, too. And hey, like you said, there's always those Men In Black memory erasers.

(Also: I've been stalking asking my f-list for addresses for postcards. So if you want a London postcard (guaranteed to be cheesy!) then I'd love to send you one if you want to like, email me or link to a f-locked entry or something with your address. Or not, if you're morally opposed to mail.)

[gillian_sans]

Smelly huh? Well I didn't get a chance to smell the ones I saw because I was just passing them on the street on my way to the tube, but I believe you. It's been pretty acceptable teen behavior to forego the shower for a while. They even mentioned it in "Clueless."

*sigh* Ray. The thing I'm really enjoying about the new songs is that Ray is doing a lot of backing vocals and that just makes me nothing but happy.

You know, it took me a whole year before I could see them as well (and I didn't even have the cool excuse of being in Paris, I just hate Warped Tour) and then I ended up seeing them twice in one week, so, you never know!

Well, one minute it WAS awesome and then the next minute I was all "what just happened... and why am I nauseous?" But, THANK YOU for telling me that story about your friend and making me LAUGH because at least I didn't say anything embarrassing on such a grand scale... I just didn't really say anything at all and that's way better... I guess I'm mostly just mad at myself because I should be more mature and act my age and instead I got all scared like a six-year-old in pigtails. Grrr!

The reference I was thinking of today was a Simpsons episode where all the kids were on the playground comparing what medications they have to take and why (or in Nelson's case, the ankle bracelet he has to wear), Millhouse’s drug was called Repressitol. I kill me.

Mail? From London! Morals? What! Expect email!