I remember it vividly: A press pit photo from a show — Gerard was all long hair, chubby face, pale skin and black clothing. Screaming and presenting his tiny teeth as sweat dripped down his makeup from the intensity of his singing. Emma the friend's sister was the coolest person I knew and was in love with the coolest celebrity I'd ever seen. I remember day dreamingly picturing them as a couple — because I was 10 years old when Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge was released and it was a few years before I even thought of writing Mary-Sue fan fiction about Mr.
Way and me. What struck me most, at the tender age of 10, was that I had never really encountered a sub-culture before. Finally, I was introduced to a world outside of the perfectly packaged pop that I was the target market for.
Somewhere in the move from elementary school to high school, I completely forgot about My Chemical Romance — until a year later, anyway. When I started dating the only goth in my year, I had to learn hurriedly about the music that came with black lipstick and a dog collar.
I started as all emo kids start — with Kerrang! Obviously, as a proud member of the MTV generation, there is no way that "Helena" was the first music video that I ever saw, but it is the first that I properly remember. What was most captivating was the range in makeup which Gerard and Frank Iero, whose eyeliner crosses over each eye became iconic in their own right wore. The black line across the eyes now seems to me a tribute to the new romantic era of Adam and the Ants whilst copious amounts of red eyeshadow made Gerard's performances their own Tim Burton masterpieces.
Although makeup on men in music was definitely not a new thing shout out to my main man Bowie , it was new for me. It was revolutionary not just for a man to be wearing makeup, but for me to be attracted to a man who was subverting gender roles in such a rudimentary way.
During this period, as the "Ghost Of You" music video demanded of him, Gerard Way shocked me to my core as he cut his hair fairly short for him, anyway. This soon grew out to a cute flicky bob but I may be biased , yet my favorite part of this era of Way was not the hair — not even the bullet proof vests that all of the band members began wearing on stage — but the beginning of writing key words on his neck and arms.
Occasionally they were offensive such as the c-word but more often than not, they were seemingly random such as Fairy, Piggy, You Win. This word writing reminded me strongly of the most memorable Manic Street Preachers photo shoot: The culture slut one. Hitting the gym, that kind of thing. I saw a flash forward to our future and, man, it was frightening. The day he became a red-head was the day everything changed. Throw-away, glammy, a bit on the schlocky side, it captured what My Chemical Romance did best.
Suddenly, the shackles fell away and the songs -- vivid, rebellious and determinedly not middle-aged -- started gushing forth. On the other hand, it is 'high concept'," says Way of the album.
It's a transmission from and you have a gang roaming a desert in a car. I was paying close attention to Diamond Dogs by Bowie. That's what Diamond Dogs was about as well. I was truly inspired to see someone embrace art in the way she had. That's what we had always hoped to do. She's inspiring for sure.
We had always been inspired by Queen. I love how she challenges people. It's a positive. The similarities run deeper than you might think.
We definitely have that in common. In fact, it was because of their intense closeness to their supporters that My Chemical Romance lost their way in the first place.
A multi-platinum, arena-slaying phenomenon, 's The Black Parade turned Way and company into the public face of angst-slathered goth-pop. None, however, looked, or acted the part quite like My Chemical Romance. When an emo backlash broke out, with kids targeted for their side-parted hair, pierced lips and black T-shirts in places as far-flung as Mexico City and London, they felt they had put their audience in harm's way. The nadir was the suicide in of year-old British teenager Hannah Bond, for which the UK tabloid media hysterically blamed the bleak lyrical content of The Black Parade.
So we ran far away from Black Parade. It was a dark, uncertain time for us. We knew we would always play music together. We didn't know what that would be. We felt a responsibility and a sadness for what was happening. Music Reviews. Best Rated Music Reviews. Music Video. Top Music Videos. Movie Trailers. Movie Reviews. Best Rated Movies. Latest Photos. Popular Photos. Updated Galleries. Top Movie Trailers.
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