copy pasted from my tumblr because i just want everyone to know
So I just saw Dear Jack. And this is what happened.
I think this is pretty pointless but, still: SPOILERS FOR DEAR JACK
AKA: ALL THE TIMES I CRIED
In no particular order.
When the movie just starts and when his mom shows up and when his girlfriend starts talking and then his dad starts talking and Andrew’s like, “there goes my facial hair. Fuck, I really wanted to keep the beard” and he’s scared that this is the album of a lifetime, and he just wants to go and play. And his sister, his sister who he wrote a song to and her and mother and her listened to it three times in a row. And how Kelly was terrified because she had just broken up with him but flew to New York to be with him anyway, and the ‘WE <3 U ANDY’ on all that grass. And the tiny writing on his room, the one that said ‘THINGS CANCER CANNOT DO’, and how he didn’t show up in the pictures with his cousin! That was spooky. Also Tommy Lee whoa random. And then he gets pneumonia what the fucking fuck. And then he gets a bone marrow and hsi family is sitting around his bes, holding hand. “watching this thing being pumped into his body, like new life” (I might have mixed his dad’s words with his mom’s, whatever), and how fucking skinny he was, and how he played that show anyway. And his eyes. And his bone marrow and how he kept cutting his hair, “one step at a time”, and watching it fall off (I’ve been there, okay, not personally but I’ve seen my mom and it is possibly one of the worse and most…shocking parts of the experience).
And then they get married! And there’s pictures under this umbrella, and “but I’ll take a west coast winter to remove my splinters” and Jack is there, real, actual Jack is there. And how that is not important at all, because we are all Jack. You are Jack and I am Jack and, “Dear Jack, wherever you are, hold tight”.
He picked up piano by ear at the age of 8 and I was jealous at first when I saw that, but it’s okay. No, really, it is, it’s like it doesn’t even matter, because-because. And his journal entries, fuck, those are devastating. And the morphin and Adivan and fuck, shingles or whatever the fuck it’s spelled.
To me it all comes down to how he played a goddamn show just a few months after his stem cell transplant.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have a hero. I have a hero and I don’t need a tattoo or a tribute band or a scar to prove it, and for the first time in my life I can say that inspiration is not just paintings and pictures and good songs, there are people with no artistic talent whatsoever whose life, their whole life, ends up being a masterpiece and a source of everlasting inspiration. Even if Andrew McMahon didn’t play the piano, even if he didn’t have a band or could sing or write, his life would still inspire me to try and, hopefully, manage to do great things.
tl;dr ANDREW MCMAHON IS A FUCKING GOD AND HE’S JUST NOT GONNA BE TAKEN DOWN, BITCH.
I think this is pretty pointless but, still: SPOILERS FOR DEAR JACK
AKA: ALL THE TIMES I CRIED
In no particular order.
When the movie just starts and when his mom shows up and when his girlfriend starts talking and then his dad starts talking and Andrew’s like, “there goes my facial hair. Fuck, I really wanted to keep the beard” and he’s scared that this is the album of a lifetime, and he just wants to go and play. And his sister, his sister who he wrote a song to and her and mother and her listened to it three times in a row. And how Kelly was terrified because she had just broken up with him but flew to New York to be with him anyway, and the ‘WE <3 U ANDY’ on all that grass. And the tiny writing on his room, the one that said ‘THINGS CANCER CANNOT DO’, and how he didn’t show up in the pictures with his cousin! That was spooky. Also Tommy Lee whoa random. And then he gets pneumonia what the fucking fuck. And then he gets a bone marrow and hsi family is sitting around his bes, holding hand. “watching this thing being pumped into his body, like new life” (I might have mixed his dad’s words with his mom’s, whatever), and how fucking skinny he was, and how he played that show anyway. And his eyes. And his bone marrow and how he kept cutting his hair, “one step at a time”, and watching it fall off (I’ve been there, okay, not personally but I’ve seen my mom and it is possibly one of the worse and most…shocking parts of the experience).
And then they get married! And there’s pictures under this umbrella, and “but I’ll take a west coast winter to remove my splinters” and Jack is there, real, actual Jack is there. And how that is not important at all, because we are all Jack. You are Jack and I am Jack and, “Dear Jack, wherever you are, hold tight”.
He picked up piano by ear at the age of 8 and I was jealous at first when I saw that, but it’s okay. No, really, it is, it’s like it doesn’t even matter, because-because. And his journal entries, fuck, those are devastating. And the morphin and Adivan and fuck, shingles or whatever the fuck it’s spelled.
To me it all comes down to how he played a goddamn show just a few months after his stem cell transplant.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have a hero. I have a hero and I don’t need a tattoo or a tribute band or a scar to prove it, and for the first time in my life I can say that inspiration is not just paintings and pictures and good songs, there are people with no artistic talent whatsoever whose life, their whole life, ends up being a masterpiece and a source of everlasting inspiration. Even if Andrew McMahon didn’t play the piano, even if he didn’t have a band or could sing or write, his life would still inspire me to try and, hopefully, manage to do great things.
tl;dr ANDREW MCMAHON IS A FUCKING GOD AND HE’S JUST NOT GONNA BE TAKEN DOWN, BITCH.