Someone Should Just Kill Me. (HIM Sells Out Completely)
June 25, 2007
Passion’s Killing Floor, one of the songs from HIM’s new album, Venus Doom, is on the soundtrack for the Transformers movie.
No. I am not fucking kidding.
That’s all I have to say. It’s all in the title.
Edit: Warner Brothers Studio and HIM are now holding a “HIM’s Biggest US Fan Contest.”
No. I am not FUCKING kidding. This contest has everything: three minute videos to be posted on youtube, 12 year old girls lying to get around the 18 year age limit, a trip to Seattle to the first show of the Projekt Revolution tour (and we all know how I feel about THAT bitch), private concert with the band, all of which will be be put on HIM’s forthcoming DVD release. (Expect it 2008.)
How fucking delightful. I’ll have a video up on YouTube. Trust me, you’ll be able to tell which one it is.
Quick background
The Doors were a classic rock band formed in 1965. (Yes, I say ‘were’ because the band ended in 1971 after L.A. Woman was released. Or, technically, on July 3rd, 1971 when Jim Morrison died.) The original line up consisted of four members:
Jim Morrison – lead vocals
Robby Krieger – guitar, backing vocals
Ray Manzarek – keyboards, bass, backing vocals
John Densmore – drums, percussion
They released six albums as a complete band
The Doors (Recorded 1966, Released 1967)
Strange Days (1967)
Waiting for The Sun (1968)
The Soft Parade (1969)
Morrison Hotel (1970)
L.A. Woman (1971)
I love The Doors
Reasons:
1. They’re the fucking originals. I don’t need any goddamn reasons.
Here’s where the bitching starts:
I don’t consider “Riders on the Storm”, Manzarek and Krieger’s band, still The Doors. Without Morrison, they are not The Doors. I know I shouldn’t just identify the band with him, but The Doors never would have existed without his lyrics and voice. Manzarek was an acquaintance of Jim’s, and they in turn recruited the rest of the band. They weren’t friends before. The Doors were built around Morrison’s vocals and lyrics.
Jim’s dead. The band is gone. I can’t go see them in concert. Annoying teenagers butcher them. Bad cover bands ruin them.
The Doors fucking own you. They are the best. I don’t even need to reason it. I’m right. Ask your parents, they’ll tell you so.
All Right, Fuckwits. Listen Up.
June 4, 2007
There are a lot of people and bands that I strongly dislike.
Okay. I hate them. But I always have a legitimate reason. And when people do like them, I will sigh and roll my eyes and perhaps groan a little bit, but then I move on. I don’t have the time to waste arguing with people about why their music sucks or why mine is superior. I have what’s known as respect for other people’s opinions. (Mostly. Some people don’t deserve said respect.) Everyone has access to my opinion and that is that.
So when it comes to people that demand that you on the spot name bands that you like and then spend a ridiculous amount of time defending them, I get pissed. If it’s an opinion, then it can’t be wrong. It is physically impossible for someone’s OPINION to be wrong. You don’t have to like it, but you can’t claim it’s wrong. I will not waste my life defending my music or myself to you. This is my opinion. If you don’t like it, then don’t read.
Yeah, I’m a music elitist, but I’m respectful about it. Yes, there will be posts about bands that I hate, but if you disagree with me in a coherent, logical way, then I’m happy to listen to what you have to say. And then probably tear you to shreds in an equally respectful way.
Have you gotten the drift yet? I’m all about RESPECT. You know who I’m not respectful of? People who think they know what they’re talking about and don’t, but when you try to argue with you, they shove this one up your ass.
“It’s my opinion and my opinion is right so therefore you’re wrong.”
My argument is an opinion too, ASSHOLE! SO THEREFORE I’M RIGHT.
We’re both right!
That’s the CONCEPT of the word ‘OPINION!’
FUCK YOU!
As you can see, people like this make me irate. Infuriated. Blinded with rage.
Here’s the point.
If you’re going to say “so and so band” sucks? Back it up. If you’re going to say I’m wrong, back it up. If you’re going to speak, back it up. And don’t try to interrupt me when I answer you.
Don’t ask me to spout bands on a seconds notice; I’m not good at that. As obvious by the fact that I put a lot of time into most of my posts.
I thrive on criticism, argument, sarcasm and insults.
Disagree with me respectfully and I’ll respect you.
Act like an asshole and I’ll hand you your ass.
I probably should have posted this in the beginning, but at that point I wasn’t so pissed off about fucksticks talking out their asses.
People Who Rag on My Chemical Romance Piss Me Off.
June 3, 2007
Quick Background
My Chemical Romance is a debated genre band that falls under the broad umbrella of rock. The band is composed five current members, plus one disputed member, and one replacement bassist.
Gerard Way, Vocals
Mikey Way, Bassist (on hiatus)
Frank Iero, Rhythm Guitar, Backing Vocals
Ray Toro, Guitar
Bob Bryar, Drums
Matt Cortez, Replacement Bassist
James Dewees (of Reggie and the Full Effect), perhaps permanent Keyboardist.
They currently have three albums, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love (2002), Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge (2004), and The Black Parade (2006)
I love My Chemical Romance
Reasons:
1. The band is a true family, including the brothers Way. It’s obvious from onstage performance and interviews that every member in the band cares about all the others.
2. All the different sounds and musical backgrounds of the band members should clash and not create the atmospheric sound the band has, but they don’t.
3. MCR has never been looking for fame. When the got it, they just rolled with the punches and kept making amazing music
4. The band has been through so many difficulties, including breaking off with a close friend and former band member, changing their sound from album to album without getting stale or fake, G. Way’s alcohol and drug problem (which he has kicked, sober since August 2004), and M. Way’s emotional difficulty during recording The Black Parade (2006) and they haven’t broken up, staying a family through it all.
5. My Chemical Romance has the ability to cover Morrissey, the Misfits, Metallica, and even Mariah Carey with equal skill and finesse to give the song and original artist their due while at the same time making the track their own.
6. The whole band has an attitude against taking advantage of groupies, even when given the chance. They have equal respect for everyone, even people who aren’t fans of the band. Plus, they actually give a shit about their fans. Even the “poseurs.”
7. G. Way is not afraid to strain for a vocal or enhance the music with an odd vocal effect, voice, or scream. The emotion is there.
8. All the members are flat out nerds and they aren’t afraid to flaunt it. (Small example: Early Sunsets Over Monroeville is all about Dawn of the Dead. I love a good reference.)
9. They may have “sold out” but there’s nothing fake about their music, it still obviously means something.
10. MCR inspires a deep loyalty in the majority of their fans. Have you seen a group of dedicated MCR fans together? They’re insane.
You can’t rag on a band that has such loyal fans and makes such great music without being major league assholes about their fame and talent. You don’t have to like their music, but show some respect.
Here’s Where the Bitching Starts
My first complaint is a general one: I’ve been a fan of the band since their first album came out and the new fans piss me off. G.Way hates fan elitism, but sometimes it’s unavoidable when a quote, unquote “fan” doesn’t have a clue.
Anecdote
Back in the first days of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge (2004) I was having a conversation with a girl that I used to be friends with. I mentioned an MCR song off their first album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love (2002), and she immediately frowned.
“Is that a bootleg?”
“…No. It’s from their first album,” I replied unconcernedly, pulling out my second headphone to fully participate in what promised to be an insipid conversation.
“That’s not from Revenge,” her frown deepened as she became obviously perplexed.
“That would be because Revenge isn’t their first album,” my voice had deadpanned as my respect for this supposedly music loving girl vanished.
“Really? They have two?” she perked up, greedily envisioning my burning her a copy of Bullets.
“Yeah, they have two,” I was now as disinterested in the conversation as I would be in a Sunday afternoon golf game.
“Oh, that’s awesome. Do you have it?” the perkiness continued from this heavily eyelinered, whalish emochild.
“Yeah. I have it,” I could not be more horrified, annoyed, and generally pissed off.
“Could you burn me a copy?” a bright grin formed on her slobbery, grotesque lips.
“No,” was my terse, unequivocal reply.
“Oh. Do you not have a burner? Can I borrow it and burn myself a copy?” she tried, still oblivious to the fact that I was twitching to sink my fist into her vast, doughy middle.
“No,” louder this time, a staunch, maddening look forming on my delicate, lovely face.
“God, what is your problem?” she did not seem to notice her “punk” façade dropping away as a unblemished (unlike her face) valley girl took it’s place.
“You’re not getting a copy from me you slimy, bulging baby beluga,” the headphones were replaced and the volume cranked, Early Sunsets Over Monroeville blocking out her screechy, yet greasy, birdcall of a voice. She continued to squawk at me for several minutes before waddling away to join the sea of Hot Topic swathed whiny twelve and thirteen year old fans, squealing about Gerard Way’s epic hotness.
So endith a friendship.
As illustrated by this catastrophic event, some fans are not worth protecting from elitism.
On February 22nd I went to a My Chemical Romance concert with a good friend of mine and one of her friends. It was MCR’s first show back in the US, their first show in the US playing full songs from The Black Parade (2006) and their first show with Frank Iero back from his illness.
With Gerard sipping tea and the liberal use of the word motherfucker, it shaped up to be a fantastic concert. Even with the crowding of obnoxious, fake fans and their parents down on the floor, as well as rude, grabby security guards, MCR did not fail to deliver.
Up against the metal barrier at the very front is the only way to experience a concert, especially one involving MCR and pyrotechnics. (Unless you are particularly attached to your eyebrows.)
Unfortunately, this concert did not have the same vibe as their former ones. It was simply too big, too impersonal, and too popular. I took away from the concert not only one of Bob Bryar’s used drumsticks but also a slight feeling of disappointment that the MCR of old was gone.
As I have stated before, when I love a band I love them to their fiery, fangirl filled apocalypse. Regrettably, I get the distinct feeling that this is where My Chemical Romance is heading. Naturally, I want them to be together and make brilliant music forever but that’s highly unlikely. As far as I’m concerned, My Chem is now about as mainstream as they come and therefore have lost a bit of their charm. Of course I’m still a loyal, dedicated fan, but in my eyes the band has lost some of their former magic.
