I misunderstood the point of this ride

Pete Wentz, I love your face, but I am way too tired for any more of these viral marketing shenanigans. (I see that cfob and all those various myspaces have been updated again, with further crypticness.) Please to be getting to 60xxx already.

Had a fantastic time at the Hush/Cab show last night! The Cab were kind of adorable, though their music isn't really my thing. Cash was totally subtle with his flashing of the CFOB address, someone in the audience apparently wanted to fight Singer, and after a bout of shredding from Ian, greendreaming leaned over and whispered "Bauer Toro!" *g* Steel Train was fun (I should really get my hands on some of their music), and the Hushies were fucking fantastic, as always. fuschia, greendreaming and I spent the opening acts hanging out in the 21+ area, but we came down to the floor and danced like crazy people during the Hush Sound's set. ♥ I hope someone puts a better version of the Obama song up on youtube at some point, because that was amaaaazing.

I definitely approve of the bands coming out and playing with each other, also. :) Singer did Brendon's bit of "Don't Wake Me Up," Ian played some snazzy harmonica (I thought of you, inkjunket ;)), and the Tom Petty cover was particularly lovely! (So many intra-band hugs, awww.)

(olivia_circe and I have agreed, however, that we need to send the younger generation of fans to Beatles boot camp. Maybe Panic would help us out with that.)

Met a bunch more of the internet, also, which was lovely. :) Sorry for being so shy, bbs.

Ugh, I'm exhausted. I can't wait to go to sleep on the bus back to Boston. I will probably have comicky crack to share with you all (finally) tomorrow or so, however.

PS: The reports I'm hearing about last night's Leathermouth show have me totally excited for the Cambridge show now. Which is mildly alarming. AHAHA FRANK, I CAN'T WAIT.

I'm still reeling a bit from this weekend, and I've had to severely restrict my MCR intake for the time being. (No Black Parade every morning on the way to work! No "Famous Last Words" for awhile! Just a song here and there.) Concentrating at work is almost harder than it was last week.

Also, I keep trying to write a detailed, chronological concert report, and (three drafts later) it's really not working. On the one hand, it gets ridiculously melodramatic (probably because it was. Even getting to the concert was a sort of fairy tale journey, complete with a decent set of tribulations--buses, flying, filthy New York subways with rats, and five hours standing in the rain--and a transformative experience at the end). On the other, it comes out far too stilted. I'm too fucking emotional and not nearly eloquent enough.

( I give up? Kind of? )

No, I'm definitely not capable of explaining why the experience was so profound. jjtaylor does a fantastic job here. I've seen other great posts, but I think that's the one I identified with the most strongly. She's much better at describing Gerard than I am.

I've already talked a bit about the effect this fandom has on me; that I have so much more inspiration and energy now. Sad though I am that My Chemical Romance has gone away for awhile, I am left with the latter part of Gerard's goodbye: "keep yourselves alive." I've seen this echoed through the journals of some of the other lovely fangirls I know, and the fact that he can make those words work like that really speaks for itself.

My Chemical Romance and Gerard Way set out to "save lives," and I remember being completely incapable of taking that sentiment seriously. These days, I interpret it a little differently, for myself: I'm left with the inspiration to create things of my own, to get back to really living my life instead of just drifting along. (It's pretty clear that I'm not the only one who feels this way! I keep finding it in other peoples' posts. Fangirls. <3) I can't say I'm unafraid, but fucking hell, I'm going to do it. I have stories to tell in words and pictures; and hey, that's something Gerard and I have in common.

(I will miss MCR so much for the next two years, or however long their break actually is. I just found them. But I am so excited to see more of Gerard's other work, which I actually came to first. I realize that I am actually his fan, before I'm their fan, though I'm certainly both.)

As for the Honda Civic Tour concert on Sunday . . . it was a much more light-hearted affair. ( I really needed that. )

Okay, that was still a bit scattered, but it's probably the best I can do. I should go and try to earn my wages a little bit, I suppose. There should be fanart from me soon, though. Also, I really need to try and be less of a lurker in general. I love this fandom, and I met some really fabulous people this weekend, albeit briefly. I'd like to be more of a part of it all.

I mean, one of the most amazing things about these experiences has been the people I've had to share them with. sweetvalleyslut, who was with me through almost every minute of the entire thing, who is totally fucking responsible for my being there (and still the best best friend ever for taking all that whiplash in her stride), who held on and swayed with me through some of the saddest moments of the MSG concert. olivia_circe, who came such a fucking far distance, who dazzles me with her meta and makes me salivate with her fic ideas, who texted feverishly with me when I was alone at the HCT. fuschia, who I have so missed sharing a fandom with so damn much. I love you guys. <3 <3 <3

I've totally dissolved into mush now, so I'll leave you with:

"Everything deserves a happy ending. Even if it's a story about the end of the world, you should find some way to end it with a dozen roses. Just throw a little sparkle all over it." -Gerard Way