go on believe if it turns you on

Oct 22, 2007 10:41

Mmmmmm Cobra Starship, why are you so amazing? This album, you guys, this album. Every song makes me want to dance. I feel like baby Ryan Ross listening to My Chemical Romance. By which I mean that they make me want to daaaaaaance. I want to throw a dance party called No Seriously Viva la Fucking Cobra (Dance, Motherfuckers).

So I've decided that Hel and I weren't wrong about there being something mildly demeaning about meeting your bandom love objects. It's - it's not what you want it to be. It couldn't be, and I don't think it's really anyone's fault. "Hi, you mean the world to me, and you don't know my name. Sign my Latin textbook!" It's just an odd situation, you know? I'm so used to thinking of these guys as, honestly, very much my equal - people whose emotions I can get inside of, people who I can identify with and characterize and talk about casually - that suddenly being thrown into a situation where there's such a clear power and investment differential is kind of disconcerting. It hurts your pride.

IDK. IDK, IDK, life is a funny thing, being a fan is a funny thing. Viva la Cobra. I slept through my only class of the day, my roommate went to class and left her laptop at home, life could be a lot worse.

bandom, meta, fandom, cobras, music

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