nobody ever talk shit about my chemical romance. yeah they were overdramatic but gerard way GRABBED and COMMITTED to his aesthetic for each album in a way that the rest of us can only DREAM of.
gerard way decides he and his friends need to be red and black goths and they do it. gerard way decides he and his friends need to be black and white marching band goths and they do it. gerard way decides he and his friends need to dye their hair and larp in the desert and they damn well do it.
he LIVED each aesthetic throughout each album’s era. if you could live that life why the fuck would you not. god bless
who else is angry that lyrically and musically the black parade is a fucking masterpiece but it’s always going to be written off as “shitty emo music” because teenage girls liked it
Black parade is the bohemian rhapsody of our generation and no one can take that away from me or us.
you know what, i literally started yelling this in the tags and got so mad I have to put it in the main post, here:
I WILL ACTUALLY FUCKING FIGHT AND DIE ON THIS HILL, THAT BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY COMPARISON BEING SO *APT,* BECAUSE OF THE FORMATIVE CLASSIC/GLAM ROCK INFLUENCES AND DIRECT REFERENCES IN BLACK PARADE, SPECIFICALLY QUEEN. LITERALLY JUST ‘BLACK PARADE’ ALONE, LISTEN TO THOSE FUCKING BRIAN MAY-ESQUE GUITAR ARPEGGIOS. WATCH THE VIDEO. LOOK AT WHAT GERARD WAY IS DOING WITH THE HALF MIC-STAND/GESTURES AND BLACK VERSION OF THE ICONIC YELLOW BUCKLE JACKET. LISTEN TO THE TEMPO SHIFTS IN ‘MAMA’ AND TELL ME THAT’S NOT A DIRECT STYLISTIC/ERA CONVENTION HOMAGE/ALSO JUST MUSICALLY THE TIGHTEST SHIT
THIS SHIT IS HIGHLY INTENTIONAL AND I KIND OF CAN’T BELIEVE MORE ROCK NERDS DON’T SEE IT except I do, we do know why
I’m still shook, even now at 5am on a Thursday, over what I witnessed a few days ago in the Barnes & Noble Starbucks. Absolutely shook.
Two grown-ass men, obviously friends but dressed like they were in two different high school cliques, were arguing, passionately about who Gerard Way was. The one wearing a Green Lantern shirt and thick-rimmed hipster glasses said that Gerard Way is the lead singer of My Chemical Romance. The other guy was wearing what I wore during my emo phase in middle school, mostly black with a skinny red tie and a grey vest, was arguing that Gerard Way was a comic book writer.
Then a third person comes up, obviously another friend as she put down a tray of drinks for the three of them, looking like she could’ve been a Kappa Nu with Elle Woods, and asks “What dumb thing are you two arguing about now?”
The two men reply. Elle Woods’ sorority sister says “They’re the same damn person, you idiots. He does both things.”
Absolutely shook. I feel like I witnessed the utopia suggested by the end of High School Musical where everyone from all the different cliques are friends and Wildcats or some shit…
Now I’m imagining a fic where these two show each other comics and music and fall in love over the shared love of the multidudes Gerard Way contans and I think that’s just so beautiful.
knitting in the dark 