So, last night — purely for something to do — I randomly decided to watch The Host, based on the novel by Stephenie Meyer. Seeing it again really only served to remind me how much I hate the movie and how much I super love the book and so I’m re-reading it now. <3
So, last night I randomly decided I was in the mood to listen to the Backstreet Boys, which turned into an hour or so of curating my Backstreet Boys collection in iTunes. At the height of my obsession, I tracked down almost every single for the sake of owning every B-side that never made it onto one of their albums. I even went so far as to track down their imported stuff. And of course, this was all before purchasing music online was a thing, so I had to haunt music stores that sold the obscure imports to find them all. I have long-since uploaded most of my collection to iTunes, but in my nostalgia last night, I tracked down all of my Backstreet Boys CDs to upload the last few, and hunted down all the artwork online. It was awesome.
I stayed up later than I really care to admit indulging in their music, but hey… I’m still not ashamed to admit how much I love them. Although I’m not nearly as obsessed as I once was, I still buy their CDs, and their music still rocks. For all the ridicule I endured for loving them, at least I can say that my thirteen-year-old self was right when she said I would be a Backstreet Boys fan forever.
Seventeen years and counting. xD
I went to see Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (the musical production) at the Windspear with my mom today. Although I was a tiny-bit bummed that it wasn’t the original production I saw several years ago, and I was more than a little bummed that they skipped one of my favorite songs from the show, IT WAS FREAKING AWESOME!
“Might want to watch yourself. [It’s] raining demons out here.”
— Varic Tethras (Dragon Age: Inquisition)
I recently purchased the first season of Home Improvement on iTunes. Watching some before work today… this show really takes me back to my childhood. Tim and Jill remind me a lot of my parents. I love this show! xD
Portrait of Peter Davison as the fifth doctor of BBC’s Doctor Who. Check out and download the full size on deviantART.
In the fall of 2006, something utterly incredible happened to me: I discovered my favorite band of all time, My Chemical Romance. You may remember me telling the story about how I discovered them in this post about how super psyched I was listening to the Conventional Weapons sessions, which they had just finished releasing. Only a month or two after I wrote that, they announced the end of My Chemical Romance.
In March of this year, almost exactly to the day of that announcement, Warner Bros. Records will be releasing May Death Never Stop You, a final tribute to my favorite band in the form of a greatest hits album.
The only never-before-released track on this album will be “Fake Your Death” — which will be the last new My Chemical Romance song. According to Gerard Way, former lead singer and front man of the band (as quoted via extended tweets on Twitter):
Gerard Way wrote:
I consider “Fake Your Death” to be the “last MCR song”, and to me, it is absolutely the final fully realized collaboration between the members of the band. Oddly, or fittingly, it was written while the Los Angeles Kings beat the New Jersey Devils and won the Stanley Cup, though this did not inform or inspire the song as I was unaware (along with James and Doug) that this was happening and have only a small interest in sports. After the game, the rest of the band had arrived at the studio where we added elements to its existing structure, fleshing it out some more, and it started to form.
What was not so obvious at the time was that the song was, and would serve as, a eulogy for the band, though I should have known it from the lyrics. I think internally I did, as I felt an odd sense of sadness and loss after hearing back the words on top of the music. I also felt a strange sense of pride in how honest it was, and could not remember a band recording a song of this nature, being so self-aware. Ending felt like something honest, and honest always feels like something new.
So it will exist, and it is no cowardly act to release something of this nature, but a service to those who believed in a band that did not compromise, and a wave goodbye to all. And yes, it is fucking heartbreaking.
And while I don’t believe the lyrics of the chorus today- I did at the time, which to me is a core ingredient to the music of MCR. And it is through that belief, and yours, that we were able to achieve many beautiful things.
As of yesterday, I heard their last song for the first time, and it brought me to tears. To be fair, I didn’t really absorb the song itself so much as the sentiment Gerard described in his thoughts above. I was crying about the end of My Chemical Romance. The finality of it was utterly overwhelming.
My first impulse, when facing that kind of finality, is to go back to the beginning. Immediately after I finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows? Yeah, I totally re-read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, if only to live in that memory of where it all began, to resurrect the feeling that the adventure was only beginning. When I last wrote about My Chemical Romance, I didn’t go into as much detail as I wanted to about the beginning of my journey with my favorite band, mostly because it wasn’t really on-topic with the subject at hand. I’d like to shed some more light on it this time around, if only to pretend for a bit longer that it isn’t over yet.