To me, the very first note, the singular piano key, captured
all of the sadness, solitude, and desperation of The Black
Parade as an album. It seems to ring out for an eternity,
especially when played live. It is that single note that puts
into motion the decaying fantasy world I had in my head,
complete with marching bands, multiple scene changes, a
choir of orphans and desperate men. It’s hard for me to listen
to this song without picturing the video, which is sometimes
as it should be, and both the audio and visual components
worked seamlessly to deliver what I felt to be a message to
the world at the time.
My Chemical Romance is done. But it can never die. It is alive in me, in the guys, and it is alive inside all of you. I always knew that, and I think you did too. Because it is not a band – it is an idea.