Welcome to the black parade

One of my biggest music-related regrets is the fact that I only started listening to My Chemical Romance after they broke up.

Frank, Gerard, Mikey, and Ray. 

I don’t know why I didn’t listen to them before. I listened to – and continue to listen to – most of their “contemporaries”: mainly Panic! at the Disco and Fall Out Boy. So why not MCR?

It could be many reasons. Perhaps their “Black Parade”-era make-up scared me (similar to the way I avoid looking at pictures of Black Veil Brides). Maybe I thought they were screamy (sure, now I have a higher tolerance for screaming/metal in general, but high school me? Not so much). Or maybe – and this is most likely – because there was a girl at school who I didn’t like (and who didn’t like me) who was obsessed with them. An “I don’t want to be associated with her in any way” type of thing? Sounds like something I’d do.

Then, late last year/early this year, I finally decided to listen to MCR. And of course loved them. And then felt sad for a while because I realized that I will never get to see them live because they broke up in March 2013 and, since they all seem to be content with doing solo stuff, there seems to be a very small chance of a reunion tour.

Their last song as a band, released on their “Greatest Hits” album.

Of course, it’s not as bad as if I had been a fan for years and found out they broke up. I’ve been there a couple of times (*coughTHEACADEMYIScough*), and it sucks, so I oddly feel sad for the people who had been hardcore MCR fans and never saw them live. I’m sure they put on fantastic shows.

Fun fact: Colleen Atwood designed the costumes in this video. Colleen Atwood frequently works with Tim Burton. I love Tim Burton and all things related to him. I’m kicking my past-self for dropping the ball on being part of the MCR family when they were still a band.

Despite being compared to early-P!ATD or FOB, MCR is unique in their ability to combine several different genres and styles in a way that both makes sense and is genuinely pleasing.

I can’t say that I’ve become a “hardcore” MCR fan. I don’t plaster my walls with their faces or listen to them every day (I’ve only listened to their first album, 2002’s I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, once or twice; I must admit that I prefer 2006’s The Black Parade), but they are a solid band and I wish I had given them a chance a few years ago instead of writing them off because they were a little more macabre than what I was used to.