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Greetings friends and acquaintances, on-lookers and rubberneckers, enemies and indifferents, believers and fakers,
i needed to take some time to myself this past week. i felt a moment (or maybe a few moments) of silence was deserved and required. it was my intention to let the dust settle a bit, not form, on the recent mychem announcement. a large chunk of my life (jeez, almost half my life) was devoted to that band and all that went with it, and i felt a week of quiet reflection was the least i could do to honor it and all involved.
I have written, deleted and rewritten this letter way too many times than i care to remember. i am not much for eulogies so i will keep this short and to the point. i don’t believe in holding back your feelings or emotions until it is too late. If you did not appreciate someone or something while they were still here then you have no business expressing cute anecdotes when they are no longer around to enjoy them. in the 12 years i have been in mcr i believe i have said all i needed and wanted to say about it when it counted. if you know me or have ever listened to me speak about mychem you know what it meant to me. i lived, breathed, and bled the band. I believed in and admired the things we created and the people that were involved in it (members and fans alike). for better or worse i held nothing back that i felt needed to be expressed. i loved my band with all i had and i have no regrets now that it is done. we began, we lived and we ended mcr for all the right reasons.
if you we’re there you know how truly special a time it was…and if you weren’t, well then you probably wish you were.
thank you all for the memories, my scrapbook is overflowing and my heart is excruciatingly full.
now on to the next…
Since the 2005 release of Sugar, We’re Going Down you would be hard pressed to find any active music listener who isn’t familiar with the works of Fall Out Boy. As support for the then young outfit grew, they were highly vocal about their influences and inspirations, a major one at that time beingMy Chemical Romance.
Bassist Pete Wentz tackled the topic, which is obviously very close to the band’s heart, acknowledging that it had to have been hard for MCR to disappoint their fans:
“I think that, in some ways, we’ve probably been there. When you do a band like this, at some point, you have to live your life. You become so entangled in the band. So I definitely understand and appreciate that and they have a really hardcore fan following so I’m sure it’s hard.”
“I got a chance to read the thing that Gerard wrote the other day – it was just really smart and from the heart and I think as a fan that’s something I would have really appreciated that at the moment.”
The band were yet to hear rumours of the My Chem break-up conspiracy and seemed as bewildered by the news as the rest of us. Once he got his head around it, Wentz approached the topic with caution:
“I don’t know. The internet is a crazy place… (laughs) I mean, they’ve always been a really theatrical band but I don’t think they would lead their fans on like this. It’s a dark road, you know what I’m saying? Then all of a sudden you couldn’t have trust with your fans.
“The real truth is that wouldn’t get you out of a record contract that way. It’s still signed in your name. I don’t know. Yeah, it’s fun.”
As fun as it may be, Pete still sees too many red flags for it to be real:
“I mean, when we took a break, anything we’d say would make fans think this thing, or another. I know that was painful for them. Obviously, like, Gerard speaks for My Chem, so it is what it is.”
Wentz added, “The good thing is that their music still exists, you know, so you can always listen to that. On top of that, I’m sure they’re going to do awesome things. They’re all good dudes and I’m sure whatever the next step is, it’ll be cool to follow.”. It’s important to remember that Fall Out Boy are the kings of sneaky reunions, so this could all be another well thought out ruse, making us simple pawns in their design.Via: Music Feeds
My ChemicalRomance frontman Gerard Way has left fans devastated at the band’s split with a parting gift – a new graphic novel based on the band’s last album ‘Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys’.
Named after their final LP, a variant edition of the novel is being released through comic book store Forbidden Planet in the UK on June 16. A free preview will also be available as part of Free Comic Book Day at the store on May 4. Way co-wrote the story for the novel. It centres on the Killjoys fighting against the tyrannical megacorporation Better Living Industries. Most of them lose their lives, except for one mysterious girl who goes on a mission to take down the BLI. Way has previously worked on a series of comic books under The Umbrella Academy.
MCR annouced their split at the weekend. Way posted a huge message to fans stretching to 1,979 words.
His parting comment stated: “My Chemical Romance is done. But it can never die. It is alive in me, in the guys, and it is alive inside all of you. I always knew that, and I think you did too. Because it is not a band – it is an idea.” They released four studio albums, starting with 2002’s debut ‘I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love’. Their second LP, ‘Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge’, followed in 2004 while follow-up ‘The Black Parade’ was released in 2006 before the release of ‘Danger Days…’ three years ago.
Gerard Way, vocalist of recently disbanded My Chemical Romance has released a public fanmail address via Twitter. The singer prefaces use of the address will two guidelines: “1. I cannot pass along anything to anyone else. 2. Don’t make it weird.”
Fans can send mail to Way at the following address:
P.O. Box 572800
Tarzana, CA 91357
Way has also recently opened up communications about MCR’s body of work on Twitter. Check out a stream of tweets reflecting on The Black Parade and Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, below. According to tweets, Way plans to re-visit Danger Days… possibly on Sunday with Bullets to follow.
Send Gerard letters or gifts you! Let your creativity flow, but please, honor his guidelines, nothing that would make him uncomfortable!…No send Fanfics ok!
With the dust still settling from their sudden split at the weekend, there are still many questions left unanswered, and few clues as to what the future holds for the band.
In this blog post we speculate on what the future holds for the individual members of My Chemical Romance, ponder whether they will ever make a comeback – and muse what may become of the existing songs from the now infamous fifth MCR record.
In the MCR frontman’s farewell letter regarding the band’s break-up, there’s a section titled ‘And another opens-‘ (in reference to a new beginning), in which Gerard seems to make some pretty clear allusions to what the comes next for him and implies that his future still lies in music. For example, he discusses purchasing a new amp:
“The purpose of the meeting was the delivery of an amplifier into my possession. I had recently purchased the amp from him and we both agreed that shipping would jostle the tubes […] A Fender Princeton Amp from 1965, non reverb. A beautiful little device.”
He also discusses a memory of first picking up his guitar to write one of My Chemical Romance’s earliest songs, Skylines And Turnstiles:
“When I wanted to start My Chemical Romance, I began by sitting in my parent’s basement, picking up an instrument I had long abandoned for the brush- a guitar. […] I plugged this into a baby Crate Amp with built in distortion and began the first chords of Skylines and Turnstiles.”
But this, for us is the key part when decoding what Gerard’s next move will be:
“I still have that guitar, and it’s sitting next to The Princeton. He has a voice, and I would like to hear what it has to say.“
To us, this is a pretty clear indicator that Gerard is about to embark on a new musical journey of his own. Will he be playing guitar in it? We’re not sure, but it appears that he has gone back to the drawing board with regards to songwriting, returning to his earliest roots that parallel the beginnings of My Chemical Romance. This, ladies and gentlemen, is very exciting.
Would he form an entirely new band of his own? Or would it be a solo project? We have no idea. We know that Gerard features on Kill Hannah frontman Mat Devine’s new solo project so perhaps there would be room for them to further collaborate with each other in the future. Shortly after MCR’s break-up Mat tweeted the following message, could this mean that Mat and Gerards musical future are more intertwined than just a one song collaboration?:
We also know that Gerard’s wife, Lyn-Z, is the bass player for Mindless Self Indulgence. Gerard’s no stranger to having his close family in bands, see brother Mikey Way, so maybe there would be room for her in a future band. If Gerard does form a new band would any other members of MCR be in it? Would they cover My Chem songs? We just don’t know. For now, we can only speculate.
Gerard has a comic book based on The Fabulous Killjoys concept from the band’s last record coming out in June. Perhaps this will yield further clues or references about the band’s break-up. Perhaps not. We’ll be the first in line to have a look though and just having a sneak peak at what’s been released already, it looks awesome.
Here’s Skylines And Turnstiles that Gerard referenced in his farewell letter. Could it be a taste of things to come?:
Issues in Mikey’s personal life have been widely speculated on by the media recently. We’re not about to do the same here, but based on these rumours it would be understandable if Mikey decided to take some time out from musical projects. This tweet from Mikey following MCR’s split aims help clear up any debate about what impact his private life has had on the band:
Alongside playing rhythm guitar in My Chemical Romance, Frank also has a side project by the name of Leathermouth. He formed the band in 2007, playing a mix of hardcore and post punk and crucially, Frank has been known to focus on the band during his downtime from MCR. With the breakup of My Chem, Frank has no doubt suddenly found himself with a lot of downtime. So much so that he’s recently announced he’s started a new band called Death Spells. There’s certainly more to come from this new band and it’s doesn’t take a wild stretch of the imagination to speculate that we may be about to hear a lot more from Leathermouth too – the band even have an upcoming show booked, being scheduled to play New Jersey’s Skate and Surf Festival on May 19. And what could all of this mean for Ray Toro? Scroll down and find out…
Leathermouth soon to be Frank Iero’s main focus?:
In December 2012 Ray became a father. With such a young child, we could understand if Ray took some time off. But what if he get’s a calling to hit the stage again? Well Ray has played live with Frank Iero’s Leathermouth before; could there perhaps be a further collaboration between the two if Leathermouth become Frank’s main focus? We will wait and see.
Check out Ray Toro playing with Frank Iero’s Leathermouth below:
ALBUM NUMBER FIVE:
We know that the band were working on their next album, that’s partly why it came as such a shock that the band were to split. Will the tracks that have been written ever see the light of day? The band released Conventional Weapons, the album that was supposed to be MCR’s record number 4 before it was scrapped, as a series of singles. Can we expect the what exists of MCR 5 to receive the same treatment?
We know that there are at least four tracks recorded and we know that they’re in listenable condition as Mat Devine of Kill Hannah, and a close friend of Gerard Way talked to Kerrang! Radio a couple of weeks ago about what he had heard of album number 5 so far:
“I’ve heard four new songs. It’s exactly in line with what My Chem fans will be thrilled to hear, but at the same time it really marks what I think is a new phase (for the band).
“It’s super-refreshing, but at the same time familiar in the way you want it to be.”
Will these songs ever be heard? Only time will tell. If not is would be a spectacular waste, but we have another theory of what fate could belie the tracks. Speculating wildIy, for a change, it could be possible that Gerard could carry the songs that the band has written over into a future project. Maybe re-write and tweak them, but hypothetically speaking they’d be the same songs. Just think, the first taste of Gerard’s new material, presuming there will be some, could potentially be the last echoes of My Chemical Romance – and we would never even know.
16,058. That’s the number of signatures that, at the time of writing, are on a petitionaiming to get My Chemical Romance to do a farewell tour. It seems like such a brutal thing to do after 12 years; break such a brilliant band up and never even play so much as a last show. The fans to give MCR a proper send off, but do the band? We hope so but we wouldn’t hold our breath for it. The break-up seems pretty final and we can’t imagine them playing again so soon.
But what about further down the line? It wouldn’t be beyond the realms of possibility for My Chemical Romance to reunite. They’ve played together for over a decade, grown from boys to men and travelled the world. Two of them are brothers but all of them, collectively, are a family. It’s deeply saddening to thing that My Chemical Romance may never take to the stage together again so we can only hope that the bond between them as friends and as family is strong enough to survive the band’s split and that they may one day make their return.
What will happen to the band, it’s members and the record that could have been? It’s probable that the band themselves don’t even know yet – but you can rest assured that as soon as it becomes clear, Kerrang! will be there to continue the story.
What do you think comes next for members of MCR? Will they ever release the foundations of the fifth album? Let us know what you think in the comments.Via
We are officially half way there everybody! 9 days in, I am so grateful for everyone backing the new record! I’ve had lots of emails and comments that have all been so great and informative. I hope one of you engaged people decides to go with the wedding. And some of you people considering private shows and personal songs, I know they are a little bit more money, but I guarantee they will be one of the best things you buy this year! Anyways wanted to let you guys know, I have been reaching out to a lot of my musical friends and I can say that I have enlisted some serious talent to help me on the record. Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance( one of my favorite vocalists) has agreed to sing on a song. Anthony Green of Circa Survive(another one of my favorite vocalists) has also agreed to sing on a song. I am super stoked to sing with them. Some sweet guitars by Ray Toro, some sweet screams by Frank Iero. ( Frank and Gerard were both actually Hungary Bear on tour way back when).
These are just some of the amazing talent that will be making guest appearences. I made another video for you. Listen to the song in the background, it is another new one. But I took out the main verses and substituted “do’s”. Ha ha, I actually kind of like it with the “do’s” and then the chorus.
I am so ready to share the fluxuation song with you, I can hardly wait til we get to 30. I hope you guys enjoy the video! Its from me to you! Sorry about Talullah. She never stops! And the photo at the end wasn’t on halloween, it was just how I rolled when I was a break dancer…I think I was 9 in it.
chicken remix is waiting for you all!!!!
Thanks so much backers you are the best!
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Dear friends, the March 22 was is a day we will never forget, all this tragic news hit us all in different ways.
My Chemical Romance came into our hearts and helped us in life in different ways, some people had the great opportunity to go to concerts and listen to their songs live, some people had the miracle of being able to meet them, chat with them, take pictures with them and ask for an autograph.
MCRmy is stronger than it looks, so I would like to wish you my dear friends, shared your story with us, you can talk about anything, for example:
- ¿How you met MCR?
- ¿How helped you MCR in you life?
- ¿How you felt when MCR announced his separation?
Things like that. not necessarily have those options, just gave them an idea to be inspired.
If you ever you were to one of their concerts or you meet to mcr, tell us your experience , if you have photos or videos would be even better. The best stories, photos or videos will be posted on our website, Facebook and Twitter. Ah! also you can send your artworks.
No matter if it is in English or in Spanish, the only thing that matters is your story.
You can send your stories through inbox by Facebook or Twitter, or our email email@example.com. Don’t forget to put your name, city and country.
Thanks to all the people who follow us on social media, thanks for helping us grow. MCRmy is strong and always will be!
Devastated My Chemical Romance fans have launched a petition calling on their idols to play a swansong tour.
Set up by Cameron Lee immediately after My Chemical Romance announced their split in the early hours of Saturday morning, the petition goes by the headline ‘My Chemical Romance: Have one last World Tour to say goodbye to their fans.’
It goes on to plead: “They ended so abruptly without saying goodbye to their fans properly, and the MCRmy is upset. They need to do it correctly if they’re going to do it at all.”
At the time of writing, the petition has amassed 6,439 signatures. Click here to add your name if you feel compelled.
Distressed fans have also been posting messages on the site detailing their love for Gerard, Mikey, Frank and Ray.
One wrote: “My Chemical Romance saved my life. They always near when I push “play” on my phone. They’re my second family. I love them.”
Another used repetition to hammer their point across: “i never got to see them live, i never got to see them live, I NEVER GOT TO SEE THEM LIVE.”
Formed in New Jersey in 2001, My Chemical Romance released four studio albums and sold over 8million records in their 12 year career.
I woke up this morning still dreaming, or not fully aware of myself just yet. The sun poked through the windows, touching my face, and then a deep sadness overcame me, immediately, bringing me to life and realization- My Chemical Romance had ended.
I walked downstairs to do the only thing I could think of to regain composure-
I made coffee.
As the drip began, in that kind of silence that only happens in the morning, and being the only one awake, I stepped outside my home, leaving the door open behind me. I looked around and began to breathe. Things looked to be about the same- a beautiful day.
As I turned to step back into the house I heard sound from within, a chirp and a rustle. And I noticed a small brown bird had flown into the library. Naturally, I panicked. I knew I had to see the bird to safety and I knew I had to retain the order of things in our home, and he very well couldn’t take up residency with us. I chased him (still assuming he was a he) into my office, where I have these very large windows.
Just then, and luckily, I heard Lindsey’s footsteps coming down the stairs, and naturally being composed as she is, she grabbed a blanket and stepped into the office. He was impossible to catch, and I began to open the windows, via Lindsey’s direction, only to find out they were screened. The bird began to fly into the glass, over and over and in all different directions.
I heard another set of footsteps, Bandit’s, running down the stairs in anticipation of the new day. Her entrance into the situation caused just the right amount of chaos (she was very excited to meet the bird) and we found ourselves chasing the bird into the living room. Knowing that this where it could potentially get sticky, being the high ceilings and the beams to perch on, I opened the front door as Lindsey did her best to encourage our new friend out the door. After some coaxing, flying, chirping, a wrong turn back into the library and a short goodbye to Bandit, he simply hopped out the front door- taking off on the fifth leap.
I was no longer sad.
I didn’t realize it, but I stopped being sad the minute that bird had come into my life, because there was something that needed doing, a small vessel to aid and an order to keep. I closed the door. I decided to write the letter I always knew I would.
It is often my nature to be abstract, hidden in plain sight, or nowhere at all. I have always felt that the art I have made (alone or with friends) contains all of my intent when executed properly, and thus, no explanation required. It is simply not in my nature to excuse, explain, or justify any action I have taken as a result of thinking it through with a clear head, and in my truth.
I had always felt this situation involving the end of this band would be different, in the eventuality it happened. I would be cryptic in its existence, and open upon its death.
The clearest actions come from truth, not obligation. And the truth of the matter is that I love every one of you.
So, if this finds you well, and sheds some light on anything, or my personal account and feelings on the matter, then it is out of this love, mutual and shared, not duty.
This was always my intent.
My Chemical Romance: 2001-2013
We were spectacular.
Every show I knew this, every show I felt it with or without external confirmation.
There were some clunkers, sometimes our secondhand gear broke, sometimes I had no voice- we were still great. It is this belief that made us who we were, but also many other things, all of them vital-
And all of the things that made us great were the very things that were going to end us-
Fiction. Friction. Creation. Destruction. Opposition. Aggression. Ambition. Heart. Hate. Courage. Spite. Beauty. Desperation. LOVE. Fear. Glamour. Weakness. Hope.
That last one is very important. My Chemical Romance had, built within its core, a fail-safe. A doomsday device, should certain events occur or cease occurring, would detonate. I shared knowledge of this “flaw” within weeks of its inception.
Personally, I embraced it because, again, it made us perfect. A perfect machine, beautiful, yet self aware of it’s system. Under directive to terminate before it becomes compromised. To protect the idea- at all costs. This probably sounds like something ripped from the pages of a four-color comic book, and that’s the point.
No compromise. No surrender. No fucking shit.
To me that’s rock and roll. And I believe in rock and roll.
I wasn’t shy about who I said this to, not the press, or a fan, or a relative. It’s in the lyrics, it’s in the banter. I often watched the journalists snicker at mention of it, assuming I was being sensational or melodramatic (in their defense I was most likely dressed as an apocalyptic marching-band leader with a tear-away hospital gown and a face covered in expressionist paint, so fair enough).
I’m still not sure if the mechanism worked correctly, because it wasn’t a bang but a much slower process. But still the same result, and still for the same reason-
When it’s time, we stop.
It is important to understand that for us, the opinion on whether or not it is in fact time does not transmit from the audience. Again, this is to protect the idea for the benefit of the audience. Many a band have waited for external confirmation that it is time to hang it up, via ticket sales, chart positioning, boos and bottles of urine- input that holds no sway for us, and often too late when it comes anyway.
You should know it in your being, if you listen to the truth inside you. And voice inside became louder than the music.
<At this point, I take a break to receive a visit from old friends, all of which were instrumental in some way to the beginnings of the band. We talk about the old days, and we talk about music, we talk about new things. We laugh and drink diet soda. We say goodbyes, I go to bed, to resume my letter in the morning, which is->
There are many reasons My Chemical Romance ended. The triggerman is unimportant, as was always the messengers- but the message, again as always, is the important thing. But to reiterate, this is my account, my reasons and my feelings. And I can assure you there was no divorce, argument, failure, accident, villain, or knife in the back that caused this, again this was no one’s fault, and it had been quietly in the works, whether we knew it or not, long before any sensationalism, scandal, or rumor.
There wasn’t even a blaze of glory in a hail of bullets…
I am backstage in Asbury Park, New Jersey. It is Saturday, May 19th, 2012 and I am pacing behind a massive black curtain that leads to the stage. I feel the breeze from the ocean find its way around me and I look down at my arms, which are covered in fresh gauze due to a losing battle with a heat rash, which had been a mysterious problem in recent months. I am normally not nervous before a show but I am certainly filled with angry butterflies most of the time. This is different- a strange anxiety jetting through me that I can only imagine is the sixth sense one feels before their last moments alive. My pupils have zeroed-out and I have ceased blinking. My body temperature is icy.
We get the cue to hit the stage.
The show is… good. Not great, not bad, just good. The first thing I notice take me by surprise is not the enormous amount of people in front of us but off to my left- the shore and the vastness of the ocean. Much more blue than I remembered as a boy. The sky is just as vibrant. I perform, semi-automatically, and something is wrong.
I am acting. I never act on stage, even when it appears that I am, even when I’m hamming it up or delivering a soliloquy. Suddenly, I have become highly self-aware, almost as if waking from a dream. I began to move faster, more frantic, reckless- trying to shake it off- but all it began to create was silence. The amps, the cheers, all began to fade.
All that what left was the voice inside, and I could hear it clearly. It didn’t have to yell- it whispered, and said to me briefly, plainly, and kindly- what it had to say.
What it said is between me and the voice.
I ignored it, and the following months were full of suffering for me- I hollowed out, stopped listening to music, never picked up a pencil, started slipping into old habits. All of the vibrancy I used to see became de-saturated. Lost. I used to see art or magic in everything, especially the mundane- the ability was buried under wreckage.
Slowly, once I had done enough damage to myself, I began to climb out of the hole. Clean. When I made it out, the only thing left inside was the voice, and for the second time in my life, I no longer ignored it- because it was my own.
There are many roles for all of us to play in this ending. We can be well-wishers, ill-wishers, sympathizers, vilifiers, comedians, rain clouds, victims-
That last one, again, is important. I have never thought myself a victim, nor my comrades, nor the fans- especially not the fans. For us to adopt that role right now would legitimize everything the tabloids have tried to name us. More importantly, it completely misses the point of the band. And then what have we learned?
With honor, integrity, closure, and on no one’s terms but our own- the door closes.
And another opens-
This morning I awoke early. I quickly brushed my teeth, threw on some baggy jeans, and hopped in my car. I gently sped down the 405 through the morning fog to a random parking lot in Palo Verde, where I was to meet a nice gentleman named Norm. He was older, and a self-proclaimed “hippie” but he also had the energy of Sixteen year old in a garage-rock band. The purpose of the meeting was the delivery of an amplifier into my possession. I had recently purchased the amp from him and we both agreed that shipping would jostle the tubes- so he was kind enough to meet me in the middle.
A Fender Princeton Amp from 1965, non reverb. A beautiful little device.
He showed me the finer points, the speaker, the non-grounded plug, the original label and the chalk mark of the man or woman who built it-
“This amp talks.” he said.
We got coffee, talked about gold-foil pickups and life. We sat in the car and played each other music we had made. We parted ways, promising to stay in touch, I drove home.
When I wanted to start My Chemical Romance, I began by sitting in my parent’s basement, picking up an instrument I had long abandoned for the brush- a guitar. It was a 90’s Fender Mexican Stratocaster, Lake Placid Blue, but in my youth I had decided it was too clean and pretty so I beat it up, exposing some of the red paint underneath the blue- the color it was meant to be. Adding a piece of duct tape on the pick guard, it felt acceptable. I plugged this into a baby Crate Amp with built in distortion and began the first chords of Skylines and Turnstiles.
I still have that guitar, and it’s sitting next to The Princeton.
He has a voice, and I would like to hear what it has to say.
In closing, I want to thank every single fan. I have learned from you, maybe more than you think you’ve learned from me. My only regret is that I am awful with names and bad with goodbyes. But I never forget a face, or a feeling- and that is what I have left from all of you.
I feel Love.
I feel love for you, for our crew, our team, and for every single human being I have shared the band and stage with-
Ray. Mikey. Frank. Matt. Bob. James. Todd. Cortez. Tucker. Pete. Michael. Jarrod.
Since I am bad with goodbyes. I refuse to let this be one. But I will leave you with one last thing-
My Chemical Romance is done. But it can never die.
It is alive in me, in the guys, and it is alive inside all of you.
I always knew that, and I think you did too.
Because it is not a band-
it is an idea.