Last night I went to see The New York Neo-Futurists with Julian and Caitlin. This weekend is a specialty show of Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind called:
Rape Rape Rape AIDS AIDS AIDS Genocide Genocide Cats
Needless to say it was hilarious and often about cats or dog. This night could not have been more successful, not only did we see all 30 plays but three extras. Also since they sold out, they bought us pizza. Caitlin was also pulled on stage and they made her feel bad about her self because of all the "brown faces".
Oh I also got a David Bowie shirt on St. Marks Place before the show.
I'm not exactly sure where I will go with this but please do bear with me and I won't get too sappy (this will feature human emotion and too many videos however).
If you have ever talked to me, or just seen me from a distance it is somewhat obvious what my favorite band is. Or was. No is, they still are.
Yes. My Chemical Romance broke up. Not out of dispute but more of those "knowing when to leave the party" situations. They did it through a 5-lined paragraph on their website that was vague as hell. But that isn't the point. My first reaction was that of a small child who is lost somewhere without their parent/guardian helplessly crying (possibly some whaling). I felt like disconnecting myself. But then something had swept over me. I picked myself up got dressed, gave my dog a hug, and brushed my morning hair. I felt like I had to be responsible, I had to grow up. That doesn't mean I am not not devastated, a part of me still feels somewhat hollow. I feel like Cillian Murphy waking up into the apocalypse in 28 Days Later. I can't sit in a hospital bed and hope for an undead nurse to bring me some soda I had to get up.
I am fragile. But I am not weak. My Chemical Romance made me stronger, and to lose that strength in a time like this would make everything they did seem pointless.
I feel truly thankful for everything they have done for me. They created my best days, helped me in my worst, made great friends, and made me who I am today. I honestly don't know how much art would be involved in my life if it were not for MCR. after all Art is the weapon
(this is a clip of a preview from their most recent and last concept album Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys the video is titled Art is the Weapon)
I think Gerard Way gave great closure here the first time we get anything that is vague or only a thank you. He really is a great writer if you ask me.
I must remind you although I am very cool and collected at this point I am not... okay (I promise).
by the by stop asking me if I am okay unless you are prepared for me to break out into song
I'll save you the trouble:
I did learn how to play this song on the bass (very very easy) a few weeks ago so I'll probably drift off to sleep playing/crying it
I'm sorry if all of this is nothing to you and I wasted your time. I probably sound like and idiot but they meant everything and more to me which may seem foolish but I hope you can understand.
Friday when we were having all the different conversations to see and try to change our roles, I had no problems. I change myself to fit other people. If somebody likes to be dominant in a conversation I will let them, somebody who just likes to comment or laugh I can help drag the conversation along. I try to create a certain kind of balance around myself. I am a Libra after all. I am the scales. Pleased to please you.
Not related to the art I worked on today but in a previous blog post I mentioned how I had a David Bowie picture in my basement bathroom for a few years for no real reason. Well my mom was cleaning out the basement and this led me to taking and hanging the picture on my wall.
Not only do I now have an old poster of Bowie but I also have the original poster for Rocky Horror Picture Show hung up in my room as well (this 38 year old poster has also been in my basement for quite some time)
