As My Chemical Romance continues to taunt us with the NONEXISTENCE of their follow up to The Black Parade, they are at least trying to keep fans somewhat satiated. After
Frank Iero gets his friend (and a guitarist from that OTHER band they’re in together) Ray Toro onstage to play guitar at a Leathermouth gig.
Ray Toro and James Dewees cuddle onstage during “Asian Lady.” Yeah, no. You totally read that right.
The opening bit, where they’re marching…and the close-ups…and the looks on their faces. Say what you will about TBP, the theatre geek in me continues to love it.
So in case you haven’t yet heard, there’s a new contest to win one of the last ten limited edition copies of My Chemical Romance‘s live CD and DVD The Black Parade
If I heard My Chemical Romance on the radio during college, I don’t remember it. Which isn’t much of a shock. Back then my listening preferences were mostly formed by or based on my boyfriend’s.
So by now, you’ve probably heard about the scandal involving Gerard Way, an independent comic publisher, and The Umbrella Academy. This comes on the heels of Marylin Manson’s accusations that MCR ripped off his
Hey! The auction I blogged about here is live!
Reserve is $50 AU…which figures out to about $45 US. If you’re bidding from a country other than Australia and need a currency converter, you’re
For some reason I watched this video this morning. Apparently because I forgot that it makes me cry. So now I share my pain. Or the humiliation that comes with confessing I cry over a My Chem video.
There are some fans who talk about how MCR saved their lives. I’m not one of them, but at the same time I understand how music can do that. And since that was the goal
So, guess what happens when Ashly gets so sick and stuffed up she can hardly taste things?
That’s right, she sets up another round of “U HAS A FLAVOR!” polls:
THIS TIME AROUND, I ASK THE GRUELING
Everyone goes a little wild when the full moon comes out, but these folks take it to an extreme. Sexual prowess is good, but rawhide and flea collars are HARDLY romantic holiday gifts.
By we, I mean Christine and I. We are about to take you on a journey. A journey to a place where Gee ends his words with “izzle” and Frankie flashes his grill. Come…