The kids from yesterday. It seems equally applicable to both the band and the fans. Many of the fans are still young (and the type of blind, steadfast devotion that goes with youth seems to account for more of the unjustified hatred levelled at the band than anything they actually recorded), but many more of us are a little more grown-up. Not entirely, but far removed from the rooms and lives we inhabited at the time the band came along. We’ve finished school, graduated college, taken our first tentative steps into the scary world beyond. I’ve escaped that dreary town and the cold grey mornings in that dismal office. I’ve been writing about music since college, a direct result of the passion My Chem stirred in me.
The band themselves are husbands and fathers now. They’re successful and accomplished musicians, not the frustrated, struggling youths of 2001/2. It seems fair that they might deem the beautiful, emotional, towering adventure that was My Chemical Romance to have run its course. “Oh how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying.” For those of us now making our way in the adult world, we’ve learned or are learning to make it on our own. Whenever we need reassurance, the music is there, but the band gave many of us the comfort and confidence we needed to strike out alone.