Pansy.

I was driving home from work today listening to Radio One, and they announced that tonight at 7pm they were playing the live feed from the My Chemical Romance show. ‘Sure’ I thought to myself, ‘they’re over here on that massive arena tour.’ Mr Lowe then came on, saying that it was actually a special one off show at Camden’s KOKO club, and I suddenly wished I lived 2 hours south as I would LOVE to go and see them in that little club.

Years, like, a good few years ago now, I was walking past the night and day and saw a sign on the door that said ‘My Chemical Romance TONIGHT - £5’ and I remembered hearing the name so thought I would go in and watch. The singer was off his tits on something and noone inside really knew who they were bar about 20 kids down at the front who were going sick. They stuck in my head, so when they played Hop and Grape afew months later, I went along, but unlucky for everyone involved it was the night before my 19th birthday (Christ, so nearly 3 years ago! How time flies…) and I think I was even more fucked than Gerard was that night. I ended up spending the entire show sat on the floor, until they played Our Lady Sorrows which I loved, so jumped up, grabbed Sam and dragged her down to the front. Anyways, not long after, TCFSR came out, and they all threw away everything in their wardrobes that wasn’t black, white or red, and invested in some bullet proof vests. The first time they hit our shores with that album was on a support slot with TBS. Anyone who was at that Manchester show will tell you that MCR blew TBS off the fucking stage. It was a fairly small stage in the Academy, and they just came on and played until their fingers bled for 30 minutes and then left. If that’s the way that band had stayed, I would still absolutely adore them. Like, after that show, up to last summer, I saw them play another 10 times. But they’re a little too theatrical for me these days. But to have to chance to see them at KOKO is just too much. I’m horribly jealous of anyone who’s going.

While I’m on the subject of bands who are all the kids faves these days but noone gave a shit about afew years ago, I’m going to move on to exhibit B – Fall Out Boy. I got to thinking about them this weekend, when I found out that Tony Lovato (who isn’t in FOB himself, but stay with me) from Mest has been arrested for murder. Me and Sam once met Tony; Pete Wentz introduced us. I started thinking about how crazy it is that about 4 years ago, me and Sam went to a bar with Pete and Joe from Fall Out Boy. A busy bar, aswell, and noone in there batted an eyelid. We also later played with Hulk toys and drank Irn Bru together. Lovely chaps, they were, back in the old days. Tony Lovato was an arrogant prick, though.