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10 Years, 10 Days: Introducing the Most Dangerous Band in the World
6 responses to “10 Years, 10 Days: Introducing the Most Dangerous Band in the World”
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[…] to ‘make this one special’, since I’ve already discussed every aspect of My Chem. The band, the music, the visual, the live shows, the origins, how I started listening, the fans, the […]
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couldnt have put it better myself.
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Heh heh, thanks!
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Why thank you.
I can’t wait for you to start working at Adventure island.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!
x 🙂
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Nice blogging!!!!
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 😉
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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.
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