Happy 4th, Americans and those who love one
We're having a party later. I was going to try to catch part of ANOTHER party as well, but it's too far away and I will definitely get lost a couple times (if I made plans I could have probably worked this out, but that's not how I roll).
Can there be spoilers for a concert DVD? I really feel like NO THERE CANNOT as half the world has seen this stage show. Guess what, they play instruments and jump around the stage!
At any rate, yesterday we were informed that when The Black Parade, the album, came out that Gerard had to buy copies for himself because the label didn't send him any. This is an loller-worthy anecdote (not on the DVD for those of our who think it was an Easter egg you missed), and I speculated as to whether the cds really didn't arrive or if he got his address wrong or somehow otherwise fucked that up. The possibilities really amuse me. Who knows if it's true at all? I would like to imagine it is.
[Gerard milling about in Amoeba in someone else's jeans, a stained Aqua Teen t-shirt, flip-flops, and huge sunglasses. He's approached by a disaffected, bored employee.]
Employee: Do you need some help?
Gerard [thinks the pink-haired girl is bound to be way cooler than him, is nervous, clutches his pack of smokes tightly to his chest]: I'm looking for the M's in rock?
Employee: This is the Soul section.
[She pops her gum. Gerard cowers slightly.]
Employee: Hey, weren't you on Warped? The band with the name like My Bloody Valentine?
Gerard [perks]: Yeah! My Chemical Romance!
Employee: I was just fuckin' with you. I knew who you were the whole time. You don't have a signing scheduled, you just here to check shit out? See who's buying your record?
Gerard: Nah, I didn't get any copies, so I'm gonna buy some.
Employee [assesses whether fucking him in the bathroom is worth it. Weighs pros and cons. He's clearly deranged and smells like wet dog, but he's undoubtedly hot and about to break big]: Which version of the cd do you want?
Gerard: There're options?
Employee [decides he's just too clueless to bother with even if he has smeared eyeliner on from the night before]: Let's check it out, come on.
And so on.
My new book is going very well, thanks for asking. I am pretty damned pleased with myself, I must say. It's gotten to the point where I laugh uproariously to myself and might even have clapped my hands in delight a time or two. Excitement central, I know.
Oh, right, I was talking about the DVD. There's not nearly enough Frank's face involved. While I love his hair long it certainly impeded ogling him. I enjoyed the club show a great deal more than the arena one. I suppose that's personal taste to a degree and partly Gerard's own comfort level and performance. In the end it's a silly concert dvd so what's to be critical about aside from how clothed they were?
So in a totally unrelated vein, Jenn's got a Gidget (sp?) marathon on in the other room. The episode revolves around Gidget wanting to buy a car, but her dad says no because she can't fix it. She enrolls in autoshop. The HAHHAHAlarity centers around how ungirly this is. It's got to be the most sexist old media I have encountered in many years. Holy shit, this stuff should be banned from tv.
Happy 4th of July, next year we'll have a new President, celebrate!
Can there be spoilers for a concert DVD? I really feel like NO THERE CANNOT as half the world has seen this stage show. Guess what, they play instruments and jump around the stage!
At any rate, yesterday we were informed that when The Black Parade, the album, came out that Gerard had to buy copies for himself because the label didn't send him any. This is an loller-worthy anecdote (not on the DVD for those of our who think it was an Easter egg you missed), and I speculated as to whether the cds really didn't arrive or if he got his address wrong or somehow otherwise fucked that up. The possibilities really amuse me. Who knows if it's true at all? I would like to imagine it is.
[Gerard milling about in Amoeba in someone else's jeans, a stained Aqua Teen t-shirt, flip-flops, and huge sunglasses. He's approached by a disaffected, bored employee.]
Employee: Do you need some help?
Gerard [thinks the pink-haired girl is bound to be way cooler than him, is nervous, clutches his pack of smokes tightly to his chest]: I'm looking for the M's in rock?
Employee: This is the Soul section.
[She pops her gum. Gerard cowers slightly.]
Employee: Hey, weren't you on Warped? The band with the name like My Bloody Valentine?
Gerard [perks]: Yeah! My Chemical Romance!
Employee: I was just fuckin' with you. I knew who you were the whole time. You don't have a signing scheduled, you just here to check shit out? See who's buying your record?
Gerard: Nah, I didn't get any copies, so I'm gonna buy some.
Employee [assesses whether fucking him in the bathroom is worth it. Weighs pros and cons. He's clearly deranged and smells like wet dog, but he's undoubtedly hot and about to break big]: Which version of the cd do you want?
Gerard: There're options?
Employee [decides he's just too clueless to bother with even if he has smeared eyeliner on from the night before]: Let's check it out, come on.
And so on.
My new book is going very well, thanks for asking. I am pretty damned pleased with myself, I must say. It's gotten to the point where I laugh uproariously to myself and might even have clapped my hands in delight a time or two. Excitement central, I know.
Oh, right, I was talking about the DVD. There's not nearly enough Frank's face involved. While I love his hair long it certainly impeded ogling him. I enjoyed the club show a great deal more than the arena one. I suppose that's personal taste to a degree and partly Gerard's own comfort level and performance. In the end it's a silly concert dvd so what's to be critical about aside from how clothed they were?
So in a totally unrelated vein, Jenn's got a Gidget (sp?) marathon on in the other room. The episode revolves around Gidget wanting to buy a car, but her dad says no because she can't fix it. She enrolls in autoshop. The HAHHAHAlarity centers around how ungirly this is. It's got to be the most sexist old media I have encountered in many years. Holy shit, this stuff should be banned from tv.
Happy 4th of July, next year we'll have a new President, celebrate!