the world will never take my heart
Oct. 30th, 2010 04:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wildestrangerThis has been a pretty awful week. I've been down with a vicious cold since Monday, and have tried to write a five-part job application to a US university in between napping and coughing and drinking tea. If I say that even the thought of wine does not make me want to have any, that will tell you how sick I've been.
All of which is why it has taken me so long to write this post, but LAST SATURDAY I WENT TO LONDON TO SEE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
(!!!!!!!!!)
Ahem.
So. Unlike some people, I had booked a train to get me to London, and I had a lovely, quiet journey and arrived on time. I was picked up at the station byemeraldgreen, and we proceeded to her house to eat food things of deliciousness, that is, gnocchi with a blue cheese sauce and kettle-chips made from parsnip, beetroot and carrot. Also, some wine.
We managed to get to the venue in time to see the doors opening, and say a brief hello to the fangirls and boy whom me saw in the queue. But as we had the tickets forsunsetmog and yan_tan_tether, we had to wait for them to arrive from their epic bus journey before we could go in. Luckily, our wait was brightened up by the fact that Gerard Way, being a delightful and crazy person, decided to have a cigarette break outside the venue for about a half an hour. I am somewhat mystified by how most of the queue of ardent Gerard fans 20 metres away seemed to miss him, but there he was, red hair and sun-glasses and all (this is how I knew it was Gerard - no one else would wear sunglasses in London in October). He was far enough that we couldn't quite see his face, but I realised that I have, in fact, spent enough hours staring at this man to be able to recognise his body language, and thus was able to state that it was him.
Mostly this meant thatemeraldgreen and I looked at him, looked away, and giggled a bit. For a while. But then sunsetmog and yan_tan_tether arrived, we revived them with jaffa cakes, and went in.
The venue was lovely in that the floor is graded, and you could see pretty well from everywhere - this is important because I am short and hate other people, and thus concerts are often a trial. We were perhaps 15 metres away from Gerard, and not surrounded by annoying people, which lessened my concert-rage considerably.
They started with Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na ad infinitum) and after that there was no annoyance, only love. They were so happy to see us, and we were all grinning madly at them, and some people cried and they played amazing music and Gerard took his jacket off to show that his shirt was not only sleeveless, but also torn so low that we could see his ribs and belly and think about gnawing on them. Or perhaps that's just me.
As others have reported, he also said that they were looking forward to ten more years of being in a band, how he loved playing with his three brothers, and how he was going to sexually assault us with his music. During 'you know what they do to guys like us in prison' he asked all the boys to take their shirt off, told them that if this was their first My Chem show then he was going to pop their cherry, and kept saying 'oh boys' in a rich and suggestive voice. As I noted toemeraldgreen, Gerard is surprisingly and deliciously toppy - you might expect this from, say, Adam Lambert, but not cupcake Gerard - but when he tells you to clap, or scream, or take your shirt off, you do what he says. And you like it. :D :D :D
Ahem, anyway. They asked some fans to come onstage to sing 'Honey this mirror isn't big enough for the both of us', and they were kind of mottsy in that they ran around the stage trying to talk to the band instead of singing, but Gerard had them under control. They played a couple of new songs which I'll look forward to hearing again.
There was some other stuff going on with Frank, I think? But we were on the other side of the stage and couldn't see that. Also, Gerard possibly kissed some fanboys in front? All good things that I would like to hear more about. :)
But mostly, they played music, and it was beautiful, and I loved it. I am generally a grumpy person, and would happily say that I am usually filled with if not rage, then certainly annoyance and at least bitterness, with some dashes of sarcasm and smugness. But when My Chemical Romance plays, something happens and I am filled with joy, and this is remarkable enough event to be worth noting. That Gerard Way can make me stop hating the world for a couple of hours says something about their ability to change lives with their music. I don't really talk about what My Chem means to me (I don't judge people who do! It just comes close enough to talking about my feelings to make me deeply uncomfortable inside. Feelings are for repression!), but in short, this is The Band. I have great fondness for a number of artists, like FOB and Panic and Franz Ferdinand and the Divine Comedy, but there's fondness and then there's epic and unembarrassed love, and that's for My Chem. (Also U2, because Bono is god, but that's a whole another post.)*
Anyway. After the show most fangirls and boy had to leave, but I was able to dragemeraldgreen, yan_tan_tether, katie__pillar, chaletian, and klothehobbit to the pub. Mostly because Katie and I had plans to talk about how hot Tom Hardy is.
There was some more wine, but I remember answering 'yes' to the question of 'have you read about cat-boy Arthur?'. We also talked about how it's weird that in the film, Arthur comes across as toppy, yet in fandom, it tends to be Eames who tops. I suggested that this is because we would all like Eames to...I wasn't quite sure how to finish that sentence, but it seemed to be unnecessary. I suspect this is because we would likeTom Hardy Eames to do ALL THINGS to us. Then we talked about Tom Hardy and his kitten, which meant that on the way home I had to explain to emeraldgreen and yan_tan_tether that no, de-fleasing is not a kink we've invented for the Inception fandom.
The next dayemeraldgreen had to go to work (not before I made her watch the relevant scenes from Rocknrolla, though, because Handsome Bob is a thing of beauty), but it turns out I can be entertained quite easily by simply being let loose at the British Museum. I barely had time to go through the Greek and Assyrian stuff before emeraldgreen came to take me away for my feeding, and then I took the train back and got seriously ill.
But there was Gerard, and talk about Tom Hardy, and I have been quietly vibrating with joy (in between bouts of coughing and sneezing) all week. :)
* Please do not take this as an invitation to come and disparage U2. I don't come and talk shit about your religion in your journal.
All of which is why it has taken me so long to write this post, but LAST SATURDAY I WENT TO LONDON TO SEE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
(!!!!!!!!!)
Ahem.
So. Unlike some people, I had booked a train to get me to London, and I had a lovely, quiet journey and arrived on time. I was picked up at the station by
emeraldgreen, and we proceeded to her house to eat food things of deliciousness, that is, gnocchi with a blue cheese sauce and kettle-chips made from parsnip, beetroot and carrot. Also, some wine.We managed to get to the venue in time to see the doors opening, and say a brief hello to the fangirls and boy whom me saw in the queue. But as we had the tickets for
sunsetmog and yan_tan_tether, we had to wait for them to arrive from their epic bus journey before we could go in. Luckily, our wait was brightened up by the fact that Gerard Way, being a delightful and crazy person, decided to have a cigarette break outside the venue for about a half an hour. I am somewhat mystified by how most of the queue of ardent Gerard fans 20 metres away seemed to miss him, but there he was, red hair and sun-glasses and all (this is how I knew it was Gerard - no one else would wear sunglasses in London in October). He was far enough that we couldn't quite see his face, but I realised that I have, in fact, spent enough hours staring at this man to be able to recognise his body language, and thus was able to state that it was him.Mostly this meant that
emeraldgreen and I looked at him, looked away, and giggled a bit. For a while. But then sunsetmog and yan_tan_tether arrived, we revived them with jaffa cakes, and went in.The venue was lovely in that the floor is graded, and you could see pretty well from everywhere - this is important because I am short and hate other people, and thus concerts are often a trial. We were perhaps 15 metres away from Gerard, and not surrounded by annoying people, which lessened my concert-rage considerably.
They started with Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na ad infinitum) and after that there was no annoyance, only love. They were so happy to see us, and we were all grinning madly at them, and some people cried and they played amazing music and Gerard took his jacket off to show that his shirt was not only sleeveless, but also torn so low that we could see his ribs and belly and think about gnawing on them. Or perhaps that's just me.
As others have reported, he also said that they were looking forward to ten more years of being in a band, how he loved playing with his three brothers, and how he was going to sexually assault us with his music. During 'you know what they do to guys like us in prison' he asked all the boys to take their shirt off, told them that if this was their first My Chem show then he was going to pop their cherry, and kept saying 'oh boys' in a rich and suggestive voice. As I noted to
emeraldgreen, Gerard is surprisingly and deliciously toppy - you might expect this from, say, Adam Lambert, but not cupcake Gerard - but when he tells you to clap, or scream, or take your shirt off, you do what he says. And you like it. :D :D :DAhem, anyway. They asked some fans to come onstage to sing 'Honey this mirror isn't big enough for the both of us', and they were kind of mottsy in that they ran around the stage trying to talk to the band instead of singing, but Gerard had them under control. They played a couple of new songs which I'll look forward to hearing again.
There was some other stuff going on with Frank, I think? But we were on the other side of the stage and couldn't see that. Also, Gerard possibly kissed some fanboys in front? All good things that I would like to hear more about. :)
But mostly, they played music, and it was beautiful, and I loved it. I am generally a grumpy person, and would happily say that I am usually filled with if not rage, then certainly annoyance and at least bitterness, with some dashes of sarcasm and smugness. But when My Chemical Romance plays, something happens and I am filled with joy, and this is remarkable enough event to be worth noting. That Gerard Way can make me stop hating the world for a couple of hours says something about their ability to change lives with their music. I don't really talk about what My Chem means to me (I don't judge people who do! It just comes close enough to talking about my feelings to make me deeply uncomfortable inside. Feelings are for repression!), but in short, this is The Band. I have great fondness for a number of artists, like FOB and Panic and Franz Ferdinand and the Divine Comedy, but there's fondness and then there's epic and unembarrassed love, and that's for My Chem. (Also U2, because Bono is god, but that's a whole another post.)*
Anyway. After the show most fangirls and boy had to leave, but I was able to drag
emeraldgreen, yan_tan_tether, katie__pillar, chaletian, and klothehobbit to the pub. Mostly because Katie and I had plans to talk about how hot Tom Hardy is.There was some more wine, but I remember answering 'yes' to the question of 'have you read about cat-boy Arthur?'. We also talked about how it's weird that in the film, Arthur comes across as toppy, yet in fandom, it tends to be Eames who tops. I suggested that this is because we would all like Eames to...I wasn't quite sure how to finish that sentence, but it seemed to be unnecessary. I suspect this is because we would like
emeraldgreen and yan_tan_tether that no, de-fleasing is not a kink we've invented for the Inception fandom.The next day
emeraldgreen had to go to work (not before I made her watch the relevant scenes from Rocknrolla, though, because Handsome Bob is a thing of beauty), but it turns out I can be entertained quite easily by simply being let loose at the British Museum. I barely had time to go through the Greek and Assyrian stuff before emeraldgreen came to take me away for my feeding, and then I took the train back and got seriously ill.But there was Gerard, and talk about Tom Hardy, and I have been quietly vibrating with joy (in between bouts of coughing and sneezing) all week. :)
* Please do not take this as an invitation to come and disparage U2. I don't come and talk shit about your religion in your journal.
