My Chemical Freak: My Chemical Romance All The Time

No Cameras, A review of the April 19th MCR Concert

No. 1 Rule: No Cameras
By: Ashley K.

Yesterday was the big day. It was the day of the first of two My Chemical Romance in Detroit. The big shows were at the newly renamed Fillmore Detroit, formerly known as the State Theater before big sponsorship Live Nation purchased it. Expectant fans showed up at the show with their cameras in hand and were ready to have a good time. What fans got was a little different.

The doors for the show did not open until 6:30 but kids were ready long before then. The line outside of the Fillmore stretched around a block. The sight of this line would make you question what was going on in the city that day. As fans arrived they would trudge along all the way to the back of massive line to wait for the exciting show that was to come a few hours later.

Any fan arriving would be nervous to see the show but would be excited of the prospects of getting some pictures and videos of the show with their digital camera so they could remember the night for years to come. But that is not what fans got. As soon as fans arrived in line, they were informed by burly security guards that no cameras were allowed in the venue. Many thought they could get away with just putting their cameras in a coat pocket or pants pocket.

Right at 6:30 the line started to move forward and fans started to pour into the Fillmore Detroit theater. But before fans could enjoy the show, they had to go through a bit of security. To ensure that no cameras got into the show, security proceeded to frisk fans as if they were criminals. Some felt violated by the extreme frisking that they had had to go through just to see their favorite band.

This left fans to wonder why cameras were not allowed in and who wanted this rule enforced. Confused fans questioned if it was the corporately sponsored theater or the band that wanted to ban cameras.

First, if a fan was to venture online to a ticketing website, such as Ticketmaster.com, they would see that nowhere on the My Chemical Romance page did it say not to bring cameras. This rule was also not present on tickets that fans received and it gave them the idea that they were allowed to bring cameras.

Second, if cameras were allowed in that would be free publicity for the band. The amateur photographers would not be making any money from pictures taken, and the band would also not be making money out of the pictures taken. Therefore it would be a win-win situation for fans and the band if cameras were allowed.

Third, when fans purchased their $35 tickets to see the band they were expectant to be able to take pictures at the show. It is felt that the dues have been paid and the fans should be allowed to take pictures. It gives off a very arrogant vibe to fans when a band makes fans pay to see them perform, but will not allow them to take pictures of any kind.

Fourth, the stem of the camera debacle could have been the corporately owned theater. But what reasons would they have not to allow cameras? Usually a theater will do what the “Artist Management” wants them to do.

Therefore, there are still questions unanswered to why cameras were not allowed into the My Chemical Romance concert on April 19th in Detroit, Michigan.

My Chemical Romance Rocks My World

 By:  Maria Scully

“You want me to come to a concert with you that’s full of Emos?” My boyfriend,
Alan, asked me sarcastically.

“It’s My Chemical Romance,” I blurted, “they are so AMAZING! And Gerard Way
is FLAWLESS!”

“You got to be kidding me…”

It may not seem like I am the kind of person to be into “Emo”, dark eye make-up, anarchy driven music, but the Black Parade band – My Chemical Romance – has truly stolen my heart. When driving in my car I crank up their tunes, scream the words, use my steering wheel as a drum-set, while bouncing around in my seat (not the safest thing in the world, I know, Mom and Dad, I know).

All of my friends think I’m a little odd for having such a deep passion for this kind of band, but I guess you can say that is what makes me exceptional. My friend Ieva from Vail Mountain School also reacts to MCR like girls did Beatles mania.

Both she and I met last summer and began a friendship based on our love for the band. Barely knowing each other, we went to our first MCR concert at the end of summer, and decided to get tickets for the next upcoming event. The concert was planned for a Monday night, a school night, yes … but we HAD to go no matter what. It turned out she had extra tickets so, like a good, loving girlfriend, I dragged my boyfriend along with me.

School that day seemed to move along like a snail on Lunesta. I was hypnotized by the clock, swearing the hour hand was frozen in place. My last class was math, and as soon as my pencil hit the paper, I ripped through the test finishing in record time, (I’m praying I passed). The bell rang and I sprinted home, refreshed my make-up, put on tight-legged jeans and skater shoes, (in order to somewhat blend in with the punk crowd) and was off to meet Ieva and her dad. We all decided to wear white so we could stick out from everyone else, and boy did we!

As we walked down the endless line that seemed to extend beyond the horizon and into the concert, we were surrounded by interesting beings, that were actually probably human, but we couldn’t be sure. There were some with black and red strips painted on their faces, even children with black lipstick and eyeliner. Fish net tights, black skirts with chains, crazy colored hair, and black nail polish galore floated around us like a zombie scene from a Tim Burton movie.

My boyfriend, mewling like a baby in all his macho glory, held on to me tight as we passed through the treacherous forest of Emo. I, on the other hand, was fearless for I had encountered such shocking creatures before. After a long, amusing walk we
made it to the end of the line and waited for the doors to open.

Slowly but surely we made our way into the doors and stepped onto the floor
in front of the stage.

The arena was like an oven. We began to sweat and the floor hadn’t even begun to fill. Pushing our way through the Emo creatures (which was, in fact, pretty scary) we inched our way closer and closer to the front row.

Drive By, a new punk band, opened first. The room continued to heat up, but I was not about to move from my spot to get water.

The entire crowd swayed, writhed and pushed. We each held onto each other tightly, knowing we were stuck in the harsh movements.

Billy Talent, another new band, appeared next and the crowd grew even more anxious and pumped for MCR. People were jumping and shoving, swaying violently, with some hangin’ ten on top of the hands of the crowd. I was dripping in sweat, along with every one else I was smashed up against.

It was disgusting, muggy, sticky and awkward. Security guards in the front were squirting water into our mouths and soaking our hair and clothes in order to keep us cool. Instead, my clothes just grew even stickier and warmer against my skin. I imagined baby birds opening their mouths for the mother to throw up in their throats as we all opened our mouths in desperation for water.

How lovely indeed. I grew dizzy from the heat and gasped for air, but I would not let myself leave the wild, sweat-infested swarm; I knew that MCR would make it all worth while.

At this point it dawned on me: The one thing the really sucked about concerts was waiting for the band to finally make it on stage. We were dying, well, at least I felt like I was because of the heat and claustrophobia. It was as if the staff and bands were playing some cruel joke on us by playing annoying elevator music as we melted on the floor.

“All you need is love” by The Beatles began to play, and the crowd sang along but replaced the word “love” with “water.” “All you need is water, water! Water’s all you need!” The Emo jungle had turned into a singing, Emo-desert.

I was ready to give up; to leave and buy my own bottle of water and hydrate in the cool air outside, but the lights soon turned an orangey-red color and the crowd began to scream. I knew it was finally time and I was lifted up above the crowd.

I watched in awe as Gerard, Mikey, Frank, Toro, and Bob made their way onto the stage. I screamed and threw my hands in the air, and soon all of my pain was gone. They jammed out “House of Wolves” from their new album and I jumped with the crowd. I jumped so hard that before I knew it, we were all the way at the front. MCR was just a few feet from me, I could almost feel Gerard’s spit on my face.(Yes, spit is gross, but if you’re a teen fanatic, and it comes from Gerard, it is wonderful – just like
our mothers felt about Ringo).

Gerard’s shiny black hair was draped in front of his face as he sang beautifully. Meanwhile Toro and Frank stood next to him, chiming together on their guitars. Together they were a young group of poor and misunderstood New Jersey boys changing the lives of everyone in the room that night. Even though we all were sick with heat, we danced, letting our hands wave in the air and our feet lift above the floor. We sang as though we were the ones on stage holding the microphone. It was magical to watch everyone in that room feel nothing but excitement and bliss.

The concert ended sooner than I thought, yet I was thankful to finally cool off and let my knees bend into normal position. Walking back into our car, I looked back at their tour bus, realizing that during the show when Gerard wasn’t lying when, after gasping for air following a tiring song, he said, “You guys are the best audience we’ve ever had.”

By Maria Scully
For VailDaily.com

Tons of Pics from April 19th

AWESOME PHOTOS! 

Photos Property of shnooker_doo13
Thanks Yekith for the tip!

Skeleton Crew-ness in Chicago 4-17

Some fans and their banner with Frank and Alicia.

 Photo finds… Mychemicalobsessionbrazil

More Pics of the Windy City Concert!

Photos Property of Vanna
For NBC5

Pics from Chicago

Pics of the guys from the Chicago Show. 

Thanks Mychemicalobsessionbrazil for the find!

Frank Talks to Punk Rock Confidential

Yup, another musician with a clothing label. But this just isn’t your average apparel company. Skeleton Crew, led by My Chemical Romance’s Frank Iero is a social revolution complete with a manifesto and everything. Yeah, they make a mean t-shirt, they make a stylish hoodie but they also put out music, literature, support the arts and do a fair share of charitable contributions while they’re at it. They wear lots of hats, and all of them fit.

When did Skeleton Crew get started?

[It started] a couple of years back what Jamia (Frank’s wife) and a few friends started Bomb Shelter, a D.I.Y production company that put on shows at local VFW halls in North Jersey. It was a great thing because it formed a positive community of people that supported an underground movement. I remember seeing all my favourite bands play in a small room and it made a huge impression on me that kids could do this on their own. We really just wanted to be a part of something like that again so we decided to form a global crew, where like-minded individuals could get together and make a different in their own way and on their own terms. The clothing aspect is their flag to fly, a way of recognising each other and showing their affiliation. That’s why we encourage members to make their own S//C gear; it’s more creative that way. Any revenue that does come in goes right into supporting the artists that we showcase.

Who is Crew in Skeleton Crew?

Well, the board of directors – so to speak – are Jamia, Eddie, Sara and myself. We have final say over what happens with Skeleton Crew as a whole. But as far as who is ‘crew’? It’s the bands, the artists, the writers, the street teams, the friends we’ve made along the way…It’s everyone and anyone that wants to be a part of it. The great thing about S//C is that all are welcome. If you want to get involved log into the site and become part of something; the members take control of S//C.

Do you make everyone in the band wear your clothes? All your friends and family?

Nah, that’s not my thing. If friends want anything they ask me for it and I’ll give it to them but as far as travelling around with a load of goons all clad in S//C gear, that isn’t my style.

If you could have any one living or dead wear your clothes, who would it be?

Hmm…someone crafty and witty. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter as long as they have a great ass.

If Skeleton Crew was an animal what animal would it be?

The Tootsie Roll owl perched and ready to strike.

What bands are on Skeleton Crew records?

Well we’ve tried to keep the roster pretty diverse. We only put out bands we like and find interesting: David Costa, a hip-hop artist from Indiana who put out his first EP with us and it currently writing his follow-up. He is also playing Bamboozle East. A California-based band called New Tomorrow is our newest addition to the family. They are getting set to record soon and are playing Bamboozle Left. Leathermouth is a shitty murder rock band that hails from my basement; they definitely don’t get the attention they need ‘cause I’m always away. Hot Like A Robot was a great band from San Diego that split into different incarnations and the Mean Reds (RIP) were one of my favourite bands of all time who broke up way before they got the respect they deserved. Theirs was the first record we ever put out and was the catalyst that drove me to want to start Skeleton Crew. I wanted to work with that band so bad, I made a label for them.

How do you feel about so many musicians starting clothing companies? Is it ‘cause you can’t illegally download a hoodie?

Sure, it’s an easy way to make a quick buck. Make a name, throw some skulls on there, slap it on a t-shirt and you’ve got yourself a clothing company. It’s not Calvin Klein or anything but it’s a simple way to make cash off kids and not create anything new. It’s like starting a religion. But Skeleton Crew is different ‘cause God told me to start it.

What’s next for Skeleton Crew?

Next is the KGB. This is Skeleton Crew’s initiative to start a revolution one person at a time. Think about everyone you know doing one good selfless thing a day for the rest of their lives. It’s a pay-it-forward program that takes no money, just heart. We have homework assignments and different suggestions to make the world a better place but we want it to be publicly run. So this is our challenge for us and everyone.

Where can the kids go to find out more?

Click HERE to check out their site!

Article by Punk Rock Confidential
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MCR Rocks Salt Aire!

By Stacie Peart
For Salt Lake Community College

Salt Air burst at the seams when My Chemical Romance fans filled the local lakeside venue. With a piercing sun mixed with a chilly wind, concertgoers formed an excruciatingly long line to enter venue as doors opened around 7:30 p.m. Once inside, MCR fans waited nearly two hours for Gerard Way (lead singer), Mikey Way (bass guitar), Frank Iero (guitar), Ray Toro (guitar), and Bob Bryar (drums) to finally take the stage.When the two – not really worth mentioning – opening bands, Drive By and Billy Talent, finally completed their sets, MCR fans began to move closer to the stage in anticipation. The band powerfully began their set playing old favorites from their first album – relatively unknown to many mainstream fans. MCR mixed in songs from their album, “The Black Parade” starting with “Welcome to the Black Parade.” Fans screamed the song’s lyrics back to MCR and were ready to “to join the black parade” as Gerard Way passionately sang the track.

Other hits were performed from the band’s latest album including “Teenagers” where the general admission crowd thrust their fists in the air with every thump of the drum beat mimicking MCR’s well-known music video for the song. “Mama” was also well received as fans chanted along to the unique tune as the song’s distinctive sound grabbed immediate attention. MCR did slow it down for a moment to play the ballad “I Don’t Love You.” They also performed “Helena,” the song known as Gerard and Mikey Way’s tribute to their late grandmother.

The band didn’t forget the diehard fans as they bounced from “The Black Parade” hits into earlier albums like 2002’s “I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love” and 2004’s “Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge.” The crowd went crazy as Gerard Way introduced the group’s mainstream breakthrough song, “I’m Not Okay (I Promise).” During MCR’s performance of this classic track, the crowd nearly drowned out the dramatic lead singer as they excitedly yelled the lyrics.

Almost two hours after they began, MCR left the stage and slowly satisfied fans trickled back to their haphazardly parked vehicles. The energetic performance by MCR and the crowd’s contagious enthusiasm created the ideal atmosphere for a truly remarkable concert experience.

 

 

Something Nice.

Ok so I am volunteering this weekend to help the local Food Pantry out.  So there won’t be any major posts until at least Sunday morningish.  In the meantime, here is something nice for your eyes!

Photo property of Steve Mitchell
All rights reserved.

The Black Parade Special Edition Vinyl!

The Special Edition of The Black Parade on Vinyl is back in the MCR online store for all you vinyl freaks. The special edition comes in a slip-case box with two 15-page books and 2 triple gatefold sleeves with the vinyl housed in a center sleeve. Only 2,500 copies were made of this edition and ONLY 200 are left. Get your copy today here: MCR Store!