Welcome to the Black Parade (31DC2015)

Black Parade Hand

Semi-embarrassing musical confession: About a decade ago, I was hopelessly in love with the ultra theatrical screamo band My Chemical Romance. I say semi-embarrassing because I was perhaps a tad too old to be rockin’ out among the teens who were their core audience, and also because no matter how much I loved their Queen-tinged brand of super dramatic, high concept rock (The Black Parade is an entire album about cancer, for pity’s sake), they were cheesy. Oh my gosh, so cheesy. Although that didn’t stop me from adoring them for at least a couple of years there, and their show I saw in support of The Black Parade ranks right up there as one of one my all-time great concert experiences. They were magnificent, and of that I really shouldn’t be too embarrassed.

Day 22’s theme in the 31 Day Nail Art Challenge was inspired by a song, and I chose the Rose Bowl parade in hell that is The Black Parade, an ash-covered, dystopian nightmare about encroaching death. Cheery AND cheesy are My Chemical Romance – and I wouldn’t want them any other way.

13 thoughts on “Welcome to the Black Parade (31DC2015)

    • Ha, that’s totally awesome! I was probably in my late 20s when I thought they were the shit (although I still totally listen to them now, even if I’m not that enamored with their newer stuff) – although I must say the age gap was not as noticeable as when I went to see Panic at the Disco when I was also in my late 20s. Absolutely the oldest person there, hands down!

  1. I have been amongst the younger audience members the last time I was at a concert – I am such an old person at heart. πŸ˜€ Of course, I have to go check out My Chemical Romance, now. I do enjoy some Queen. Cool nail art, too! Especially like the middle finger.

    • Thank you! Oh man, being the oldest at a concert is such an odd experience. It also irks me that there’s an expiration date on the “acceptable” age to still be out rockin’ – it reminds me of how I feel about dancing, like, at a bar, which is apparently something old ladies like me can’t do any more without people laughing at us. It sucks! I’d like to recommend not getting older. I’ll be over here Peter Panning it, thanks very much!

      • Yup. Then I’ll just be lying there on the dance floor with my two broken hips and a bunch of under-dressed kids, like, twerking or whatever disgusting dry humping-set-to-music that they’re passing off as dancing these days over my broken body. Hmm, that took a dark turn somewhere.

        Also, I’m 80.

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