Moving Image Appreciation Post #7

In case you were wondering what I want to be listening to on the beach, here are some videos that I can’t wait to get the CDs for!

frnkiero andthe cellabration weighted

I don’t care that it’s not got footage. Let’s flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Lily Allen URL Badman

I don’t care that this very site to which I owe two thirds of my writing career (‘career’). Lily is brilliant!

NME interview: Gerard Way On Solo Life After My Chemical Romance

I don’t care that there’s not a tune in sight. (I do care that I can’t go to Reading or Leeds. Take pictures at Leeds Jacki! Please!)

Yes/No Show with those guys from X Men

I first saw a GIFset of one of the questions on Tumblr, then the video popped up on the YouTube suggestions and it’s funnier with the accent. This probably isn’t available on CD. Whatever.

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George GIFs and G. Way’s Festival Listing

Darlings,

Half term has flown by, which is weird because I am technically no longer at school. Except I have seven exams to do before I don’t actually have to go back, so I feel like I’m in stasis.

From georgeslays.tumblr.com
From georgeslays.tumblr.com

Speaking of ‘my people’… I’ve opened up a Society6 shop, as you can tell from that wonderful imposing link in the sidebar. There’s only fan art up at the moment but I’ve been sketching some ideas and a new life goal is to create a collection of coffee mugs. The big difference between Society6 and Etsy is that Society6 prints everything and delivers it to you from the USA, as opposed to me printing it and sending it from a post office in Essex. Both give me the same amount of profit though – of the $15 Society6 charges for a mini print of something pretty, I get $2.42, which Google tells me is about a quarter of the price of a cinema ticket.

Actually I’m lying. I set the price for basic prints and I started at $15 because the site’s base price is $12. Still, it means I don’t have to physically print and post everything – although of course I will if you buy on Etsy. Ah, artwork and the things people do for promotion.

Speaking of promotion, why is Gerard’s name half way down the Reading and Leeds poster? Does nobody remember last time? Maybe they remember the time before… Whatever. My new new life goal is to see G at Reading. One ticket is the equivalent of 75 mini posters, assuming the exchange rate doesn’t change…go on, snowflakes. I’ll live blog the whole experience!

Okayfine. I’ll live blog the BBC Three stream, assuming it’s still going then.

2011 Things I Did in 2011 (or not)

It’s the got to the time of year when I make a list of mostly irrelevant things that went on in the last twelve months…

January

I discover The Left Rights and am forever changed, some countries in the middle east get stuck into revolutions and are forever changed. Isobel, Ellen and I leave a Primark bag full of Killjoy clothes in Costa Coffee, where they are rescued and handed in by my friend Robyn and her nan.

February

My Chemical Romance contaminate Wembley Arena and shoot a video for Planetary (GO!) a few days later. Enough said.

March

March is the international month: I go to Berlin with my school the same day as the Japanese earthquake. #SINGItForJapan is created by Ray Toro and the good people of Twitter, and when Planetary comes on television, my mum tells me I could have gone to the shoot.

April

I made brief notes about this post before I started, and April 2011 will henceforth be known as ‘The Month Where Loads of Stuff Happened’. While on work experience I dye my hair blue, a few weeks later I get my ears pierced. William and Kate get married the same day it emerges that Glenn Beck is a twat (I think some American people already knew this, but the UK doesn’t get FOX TV). I discover I Have Been All Things Unholy and have grappled with the moral dilemma of it ever since.

May

Osama Bin Laden gets killed, yay, and From Shibuya With Love arriving makes my entire week. More yay, especially as it was for charity so is double-sided, guilt-free awesomeness.

June

Ellen and Isobel give me a makeover, something I agreed to at New Year and which they taped for use against me. After several hours with hair straighteners and the girls’ weapons of mass destruction (makeup) I look rather different. I write an essay on the MCRmy with wicked timing.

   

July

The final Harry Potter film gets released, school finally ends and the News of the World ceases publication after 168 years of privacy invasion, shit talking and Rupert Murdoch. Amy Winehouse dies on MCR Day.

August

MCR play Reading and Leeds and explode the universe (okay, the Killjoys’ universe) with the entire show. Brian May joins them wearing Wellington boots. Bob Bryar, I believe, returns to Twitter. It emerges he has spent the last eighteen months growing a beard, collecting dogs and building tables. Some looting occurs in England, started by people who saw the Arab Spring and decided a democratic state needed the same treatment.

September

Pedicone gets chucked from the MCR camp and I write 10 Years, 10 Days. Gerard dyes his hair back to black and I visit Stratford-upon-Avon with school. If anyone gets the chance to see the RSC version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, take it, if only for the pillow fight and floating chairs.

October

Gaddafi gets killed, I attempt a video blog and Frank Iero turns thirty. The weather forgets that it’s October and drenches us with sunshine. I go to MCM for the first time and mistake every Glee school uniform for I’m Not Okay cosplay. Mindless Self Indulgence announce a tour… but not in Europe.

November

Danger Days turns one (where did that go?!), I make a DeviantART account for reasons I’m still fuzzy about and I have mocks at school so blog about books and MCR even more than usual.

December

Every Snowflake’s Different gets aired and firmly cements My Chem as the Most Dangerous Band in the World. Strictly Come Dancing fever gets to me (SPARKLES AND DANCING. SPARKLES AND DANCING) and Kim Jong-il dies – does anyone else get the feeling God came back off holiday this year or something? I leave a sleepover early to do work and finish this post (told you I’d do it!).

Regarding the stuff I omitted to mention: I either don’t have photographs (Zante) or have forgotten about it. In which case, rest assured knowing that 2011 has been pretty good for everything excpet GCSE candidates or crazyshit dictators. Happy New Year!

10 Years, 10 Days: Warning: Irritant

You can’t be in the most dangerous band in the world and make everybody happy.

My Chem Wants Everyone to Kill Themselves

It’s quite tempting to not even link the offending articles that The Daily Mail had the audacity to call journalism – but unlike the rest of the British press, I have sources to support my argument. The Sarah Sands article in 2006 – before Parade came out – that, I believe, started it all. Then there’s the immensely sad story of a thirteen-year-old girl hanging herself that got blown way out of proportion by The Mail and, possibly, The Sun (I ain’t gracing their website with my presence to find the article, sorry). My heart goes out to the girl’s family – but if she believed killing herself was what the band wanted, she’d been exposed to ignorant teenagers, not a motherfucking suicide cult. Or the actual band. Anyway; an ignorant Mail reader’s reaction that I stumbled upon a few years ago and is good to yell atMy Chem’s reaction. The MCRmy’s reaction.

Glee

Having heard other cover versions, I can honestly say that Glee‘s cover of SING was far better than it could have been (although I have no idea why they were dressed like Scottish farmers). Glenn Beck had something to say. Then Frank and Ray did on Twitter (scroll down their timelines to find the insults if you want, I have school tomorrow). Then I did too. Then Gerard did what he does best by drawing a cartoon and reminding everyone that the point is to piss people off.

Reading and Leeds

One of the best shows ever. The shows that were better than that.

This is what happens when you Google ‘Why do people hate My Chemical Romance’.

There are actually some valid comments, considering the commenters’ ignorance. To the casual listener – and the rest of us, actually – some songs are overplayed. There is a large emphasis on death in the earlier work – just not in a negative way, an observant one. They did used to wear an awful lot of black, and it isn’t the happiest colour around. The guys didn’t set out to be rockstars, but this doesn’t mean they’re ungrateful, it just means they aren’t tabloid whores in it for the money.

This is my favourite part of an answer:

  …and finally they are completely about the look, just think if my chemical romance got a tan, a non emo hair cut, and started wearing a t-shirt and jeans do you think any of their fans would buy one of their cd’s or go see them in concert…

I salute your reasoning and respect your opinion. Your ignorance makes you wrong, and your lack of grammar makes you inarticulate, but I hear you.