For you MCR super-fans, the newest album for Suede (or The London Suede as they have to be called here), is great and they are a big influence on Gerard and Mikey.
Waiting for better professional photos from the artist, but got The Little Bastard tattooed a few weeks ago! Here's a bonus picture of me with my Little Bastard shirt in 2003 for tax.
Ha, none of the above actually. Definitely either Team Fortress Classic (probably on 2Fort as a Sniper), Counter-Strike (fy_pool_day), or Day of Defeat.
Last night I dreamt I went to a MCR show in the desert that was all seats where I had a front row spot. Oddly enough only Gerard was in front of a stage wide vinyl backdrop while the rest of the members were behind it for the entire show. The show went well, and I decided to leave early for whatever reason, walking through desert dunes until I remembered that I forgot my backpack at my seat. Upon returning Gerard announced he was playing the last song of the show which brought out boos, which then had him yell at them saying don’t be sad it’s coming to an end but be happy that we were privileged to be here in this moment to begin with Before rolling in to Famous Last Words which I woke up before that song ended. Needless to say, drinks were drunk last night.
Benny from The Gaslight Anthem has a podcast called Going Off Track that just released a new interview with Frank
Now that the artist sent me a professional photo, I wrote a little something about why I got this on their subreddit. Long, long time fan here. My first show was in April of 2002 when MCR opened for Thrice and The Used at SportsPlus on Long Island. In those 2002-2004 years I saw them many, many times: opening for Coheed during Second Stage Turbine Blade, opening for Avenged Sevenfold, Halloween 2003 at Club Krome, opening for Sick of It All on a boat that circled around Manhattan, and even once in November 2003 in front of about 15-20 people at Oil City Skate Park in Oceanside, NY. I asked if they wanted to sleep over my parents house that night—and it was a real possibiltiy! I really have stories for days from these formative shows and each is truly a memory I will forever cherish. You may have seen some of my never-before-seen disposable camera photos from this era recently; MCR Tour Archive shared a bunch herehereherehere, among others. I saw a comment where a fan even remembered me as “that Drew guy from the 2003 WSOU radio interview” which blew my mind. Even I had forgotten about that! I loved The Little Bastard logo that greeted you when you went on their website back then. I wore the shirt constantly (the linked photo is in my family’s computer room in 2003) and I have the original sticker on the back of my guitar and printed it to tape onto my high school agenda. My AIM screen name was even xPhantomsForever. Over the years I still followed MCR closely and it truly blew my mind watching them go from this tiny band I could shoot the shit with before, during, and after the shows into an international powerhouse. The last time I saw them was probably around 2006. When they ended, I felt like I’d had my fill and was content. The reunion happens and then, of course, COVID and endless delays. Finally the 9/11 show at Barclays is a reality. I’ve had plenty of spiritual experiences at shows—I’ve seen Phish 93 times if that’s any hint, ha—but this show truly felt like a sermon. My body buzzed with chills, my voice went hoarse, and the dams of my eyes opened several times over. It was a cosmic, surreal, and cathartic experience beyond description. There was something special in that room. You have an MCR arena show on 9/11, the reason the band formed, and the reciprocation of energy and enthusiasm from the stage to audience and back was endless. You have so many fans who never thought they would ever see them live experiencing this and then you have me, 33-years-old, watching them play with the same level of respect and love for 18,000 people as they did for 15 people in 2003. It was frenzy and fervor, euphoria and elation. It was sincerely surgical, but with unbelievable soul. I decided that I needed to go to the Prudential Center. I drive three hours home from a weekend in upstate New York, drop my bag off, and get on almost two hours of trains from Long Island to Newark by myself. For many years I had thought about getting The Little Bastard tattoo and Barclays had pushed me much closer to pulling the trigger. But nothing prepared me for being in the room when they played “Demolition Lovers” for the first time in 18 years. My breath left my body at the opening riff and when it was over I knew I couldn’t ignore the signs the universe was sending: The Little Bastard needed to me a part of me forever. And now it is. The tattoo was done by Johan Castillo (@johanartss on Instagram) in a single 13 hour session during his guest spot Inknation Studio in New York City. Hope you enjoyed this little story. MCR forever. ❤️
Surprised no one else posted this yet: https://www.loudersound.com/news/wa...RcbASwWtZ2KAHfhEph-V2bNSG_mrxiG-SqQyn-GtWaXDU