Let’s kick off with a look at the guys in MCR, since they’re pretty vital to the whole operation. We’ll start with Mikey, because it’s his birthday today (thirty-one, for those of you who don’t have freakishly good memories for people’s birthdays and ages).
Everyone knows Mikeyway as the ‘quiet’ member, but we all know that’s because Gerard didn’t used to let him speak. He does nowdays though, because G’s realised that he can’t look after a dude in his thirties, even if he is everyone’s little brother. With pretty awesome knees, Mikey made the poker face cool way before Lady Gaga and – wait for it – doesn’t actually have a thing for unicorns. He reminds us all to rock our glasses and has frequently put video links on his Twitter that have made my day. Like The Bangles’ Manic Monday.
Fun fact #1: he came up with My Chem’s name, but has never quite gotten the recognition he deserves for it. I was thinking some sort of knighthood?
Fun fact #2: you aren’t an MCR fan until you know the name of Gerard Way’s younger brother (I honestly think I saw this written by a fangirl once, I’ve never worked out if she was being serious or not).
Fun fact #3: he has, in his life, smiled.
I was genuinely upset when I found out recently that Frank isn’t, as I was previously led to believe, five foot four. It was really nice thinking that there was a full-grown man as vertically stunted as me (I’m five one). Apparently he’s more normal-sized… Anyway, that’s irrelevant. Let’s find some fun facts.
#1: he’s, like, been on TV.
#2: his signature is almost completely incomprehensible, and you only realise it’s his via process of elimination.
Frank’s usually the one who writes blog posts detailing line-up changes, poor dude. But without Frank, the live shows wouldn’t be nearly as interesting to watch… If he’s not kissing Gerard, he’s seriously injuring him.
Ray doesn’t get as much fangirling as the rest of the band, because he’s not ‘sooo fucking prettttyyyy’, or whatever – but seriously, who cares? He masterminded #SINGItForJapan and his hair resembles a nuclear explosion even more than mine. He also never. Stops. Playing. Thus, he is a genius. Ray is an excellent example of why you should work really hard at something you care about: people will respect you for it. To everyone who’s ever said anything rude about his face: check out that smile when they played with Brian May. He can also cook, so he can come round mine any time.
Fun fact: he rarely washes his hair. I envy him.
How to describe Gerard Way? The voice of a generation? The Queen of Sass? A really good artist? A mix of them all, I think. He’s the only frontman of a rock band I can think of that can get away with wearing a poncho onstage… And the only person who could ever sing for My Chemical Romance. Without his imagination, our lives would be empty of violent hair colours, epic lyrics and absurd concert singalongs.
Fun fact #1: he once had a gun held to his head.
#2: G and I use the same hair dye brand… He’s definitely making money with this music deal, that shit’s expensive.
The Touring Keyboard Dude (James Dewees)
My main memory of seeing Dewees play when I first saw the band last October was that he was completely mad for wearing a jumper. I can’t remember if he took it off partway through the set, but after one song I was drenched in sweat. Looking over at him, and noticing layers, I decided he hadn’t yet recovered from jet lag. However, when someone had the bright idea to give James a Twitter, @shitdeweessays, I realised that in actual fact he’s one of those dudes who says and does inexplicable things for inexplicable reasons – and as a result is hilarious. Without him, we would not have any piano-based live music… so Black Parade would be in trouble and there wouldn’t be any awesome interludes. His other musical work includes Reggie and the Full Effect and LeATHERMØUTH.
The Previous Drummers
Matt Pelissier: the guy whose name no one can pronounce. He left before my time as a fan, all I know is that he had a beardy thing going on (it’s a trend with My Chem’s drummers, I think) and they call him ‘Otter’. It’s rumoured he’s now a mechanic… It’s also rumoured he set the van on fire and that’s why he’s no longer a member – so do some checking if you ever come across him in the Yellow Pages.
Bob Bryar: in the five years Bob drummed with the band, we got to know what my nan would most likely call a ‘proper bloke’. He played through burnt legs and screwy wrists, loved his dog and put up with Frank’s abuse. If the rumour that he’s now a tech for LMFAO is true, I hope he’s very happy shufflin’.
Michael Pedicone: my first My Chem show was his first My Chem show. His last, thankfully, wasn’t mine. My initial reaction about his departure was “Well, shit. I liked him.” I really did. He seemed like a nice guy. Too bad he’s also an idiot who’s messed up his entire life.
Fun fact: during Life on the Murder Scene, when the camera’s annoying Bob, someone turns it around and you get a face full of Pedicone. Oh, the irony.
So there you have it. The most dangerous band in the world… a group of normal men with extraordinary talent… and some really distinctive names.
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6 thoughts on “10 Years, 10 Days: Introducing the Most Dangerous Band in the World”
couldnt have put it better myself.
Heh heh, thanks!
Why thank you.
I can’t wait for you to start working at Adventure island.
Too bad if you hate MCR though. 🙂
Although, you did forget to mention that frank never faces the audience, he prefers headbanging to the back wall of the stage. Maybe because he finds it prettier. Or maybe because he gets blinded by neon eyeshadow and hair dye. Poor guy.
Oh, and that the effects of two much moshing, head-banging, and jumping around on stage is a broken leg, as Ray demonstrated for the world.
I have not yet seen the LA ink with frank in. I saw Jimmy and Chantal on it once, and other various people from un-heard of bands before but never Frank, despite looking out for it. Its like Midsomer Murders. You record them all, but never find the ones you haven’t seen, because the ones you have seen keep popping back up again and again. Especially the accountant falling off of the roof one. And the straw woman one. Never mind. They make ironing worthwhile. As does Father Ted. And Lewis. And the occasional showing of Ghostbusters. (That’s a great film, you’ve got to admit.)
I also feel the need to watch Iron man. Dad, My godfather (Franks dad) and i went shopping together, and played ACDC very loudly in dads “Pimped” micra. (By shopping, i mean buying a laptop. Nothing too fun.) and by pimped micra, i mean dad coming home one day, saying “I’ve pimped the micra!” He has put speakers in the back, and put the cd/radio from my nans new car in it. Its a bright red, small micra. Which also reminds me, there is an infestation of the red micras coming. We passed at least five the other day, on one road. scary.
God, i’m rambling. Looking up at how much i have written, well typed, i have realised that absolutely nothing is relevant to this post, except the first few sentences perhaps. And probably 75% of it is spelt wrong. In that case, i’ll stop typing now.
Sorry to have bored you.
You don’t have to even read this, whoever sometimes reads these. Although, if you just read that, you might have read it. Or it couyld have been the first sentence you saw when you looked at it and thought “Great! I don’t actually have to read it.” I don’t blame you myself. I never read back over them. I have no time to. Even though frank always nags me to, to go and sort out spelling and grammar.
anyway. I’m shutting up now.
byeeeee. xxxx 😉
Nice point about the band… Apparently, the effect of too much headbanging is a ‘bangover’. Yeah.
I want a pimped-up Micra! Okay, I don’t, but I felt as though I should say something.
I must say, today’s sub-blog makes more sense than most of them. Your flow is improving, well done.