Hello friends... Here is the official video for our new single "The Kids From Yesterday" . This will be the last single released from our album Danger Days, and we decided what better song to end on than our collective favorite. This song means a lot of different things to us individually and we hope it speaks to you as well. When deciding what kind of video would work the best with the song we immediately thought of a "video collage" ...something that would show the progression of the band over the past 10 years leading up to one of our most memorable moments, closing the Reading and Leeds festivals this past summer. We began collecting footage and literally stumbled upon an incredible video done by a talented young lady named Emily Eisemann. She had made a fan video, put it up on YouTube and it summed up what we had been trying so very hard to make, perfectly. So we gave her a call, put our videos together, and the rest, as they say, is history.
We'll let Emily give you a bit more insight as to how things came about:
I heard my first My Chemical Romance song seven years ago. They were everything I wasn’t; defiant and unashamed, confident in their individuality and refusing to apologize for their flamboyancy. It’s easy to shoulder the fears and expectations of life like a burden and sink beneath them. Much harder is finding the inspiration to be something (motherfuckers); to lock eyes on the horizon and tell the world, You just watch me run, and never, ever look back.
My Chemical Romance did that for me album after album. I found a foothold in their music and see a reflection of my life in their art, which welcomes us with open arms and never treats us as ‘lesser’ for being female, or gay, or just massive amounts of nerdy. I can hardly articulate the importance of this. It was only recently that I began to try, but I found that with words alone I lack the eloquence to encapsulate what the band means to me.
I thought a video, though, might work.
And really, I couldn’t have done it to any other song. The Kids From Yesterday is my favorite track off of Danger Days. The song is nostalgic; a coming of age anthem about the fear of growing so used to life’s drudging complacency that you forget what it is like to hear the music when your heart begins to break. It’s moving on from idealistic youth, but never forgetting who you were, who you are, and what you owe that to. It’s a journey, both a finale and a prelude. It’s about leaving things behind and flying by the seat of your pants. You never know when the end will come, so hold on tight – or, perhaps, Take my fucking hand – and set off to make something of yourself, because you only live once, you only live now, and the world is what you make of it. In a reflection of words written over ten years ago now, oh, how wrong you would be to think that immortality meant never dying.
I wish I could wax poetic about the intricacies of videomaking, but the fact is that I’m just a girl with a laptop and a knack for procrastination. I drew flow charts, downloaded nearly enough videos to crash my laptop, and spent some nights grumbling discontentedly about fonts. It took a brief entry into a hermit-like existence, a happy neglect of homework, rather too many potato chips and a single all-nighter to finish.
I could never have expected that one day, I would be contacted by the overwhelmingly lovely people of My Chem’s management and asked, in exchange for compensation, to contribute what I had made to the official video for Kids. Not after an era of spectacular Killjoy videos with whose Trans-Ams, inclusion of legendary comic book writers, and badassery, my own creation could never compete.
I am thrilled if other fans watch my work, and humbled to know that the band themselves has done the same. The idea that it was wanted for an official release, however, left me flailing. The idea that I could literally thank My Chemical Romance for saving me from having to drop out of college, watch my entire future slip through my fingers, fall short of every single one of my dreams, and possibly live in a cardboard box, left me not knowing what to say or feel. I think I just sat there, quietly shitting myself.
So, yeah. That’s how that happened.
I hope you guys can forgive the length and rambling nature of this. In summary: Overwhelming joy! Artistic fulfillment! This band is fucking awesome. Thank you, thank you, thank you, and I love you all. -Emily
Jeez, time flies friends. Where did the hours go? One year ago today Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys was released into the world. I honestly cant believe its already been a year. I must say a year into any of our other records and it felt like we wrote the songs a lifetime ago... But with this one it kinda still feels brand new somehow. I dont know how to explain it. But maybe thats a testament to the way we feel about this record. I dont think every stone has been unturned with this one yet.
The great thing about records is they dont die, they age. Some gracefully like a fine wine, and others just wrinkle and wither. Only time reveals a records true inner beauty. Time spent together, getting to know one another, falling in love... In love with it's imperfections. This year has been a journey for us, and for you all. Together we have made new friends and lost old ones. We have celebrated and cried. Made love and waged war. We have grown as people and found our true selves along the way. We've traveled many miles and eventually found our way back home. We have lived the most dangerous of days to the fullest and more times than not, come out on top.
All of us are forever endebted to our incredible support systems. The ones that have been there from the beginning, and would never turn their backs. It is because of you that we have found the incredible strength inside to be ourselves, and to ultimately not give a shit what anyone thinks.
We are anxiously looking forward to contaminating Australia with you next year. But until then live dangerous, be yourselves, and dont ever give a fuck.
Some shit happened last night and before the blogosphere gets all crazy with false statements and ridiculous opinions we want the true story to come from us... But please listen close because this is the only time we are ever going to talk about this. The relationship between My Chemical Romance and Michael Pedicone is over. He was caught red handed stealing from the band and confessed to police after our show last night in Auburn, Washington. We are heartbroken and sick to our stomachs over this entire situation. The band has no intention of pressing charges or taking this matter any further than we have to. We just want him out of our lives. The people who play in this band are a family, and family should not take advantage of each other like he did. We are currently moving forward, and hope to have a new drummer in place for our show in Salt Lake City, Utah. The show must go on.
hell (oh) friends,
It's been a little while...I'm having a good yet sappy night off in the land they call Vancouver and I'm feeling compelled to drop you all a public love note. Nine years ago tomorrow our band played its biggest show of our young yet saucy career. It was the proverbial "big break" moment that every kid in a band, in a movie, in a sitcom, in a real-ass life waits and drools for.
A band (Coheed and Cambria in our story) can't make it to the hugest most awesomest show (which will be played by The Allentown Fair , Allentown Pennsylvania 8/31/02, possible attendance approx 10k - 12k... feels like a million) opening up for a band you love, listen to, have every record by (in our story, Jimmy Eat World)....and goddamn it you and your best friends get a magical phone call asking you to fill in. The sky opens up, Angels start to sing, women swoon (just kidding there were absolutely no women) and somehow with little time to prepare you rent a van with no money and shitty credit, and show up to a dream sequence. Now for reality's sake i must say this wasn't "IT". There was a lot of hard work leading up to the 'dream show' opportunity, and god knows a ton more of hard work after it, but it was a glimpse. A little sliver of what could be...and sometimes that is all your lucky enough to get.
Anyway maybe I'm getting all 'emo' in my old age, or maybe i just spent an amazing weekend playing some of the biggest most memorable shows of my life, but for whatever reason these past few days I've been getting nostalgic and thinking back....
hello friends,
'tis the season as they say. I trust you are all as i am, sick with the flu and anxious to open the socks your family got you for whatever holiday it is you decide to celebrate this winter. but before things get too hectic and snowy i wanted to take a quick second to wish you all a happy holiday. We here at MCR Headquarters hope your dreams come true, your prayers get answered, that your grandma doesn't get run over by a reindeer, and that you find at least a tiny bit of peace and happiness this holiday season.
until next time...sending all the good cheer my stuffed up head can muster; xofrank
I cant believe it's finally here. It's hard for me to express in words alone how excited we are that this record is finally being unleashed upon the world. All of our hard work, blood, sweat, and fears released into the atmosphere for your collective amusement. It was an arduous journey to say the least and yes, there were some casualties... at times it seemed the record itself would not get out alive. But as long and difficult as the process became, it was always twice as much fun and definitely worth our while.
Over the past few months we have been asked on many different occasions to describe what kind of album we were making. The descriptions changed over time, as did the record. At first our instinct was to write a love letter to rock and roll, an entity that inspired us and gave us the opportunity to express our true selves. We later found out the best way to love rock and roll was to set out to destroy it, and the record then became a missile pointed directly at the genre. Today when I listen back to what was captured on those uncommonly cold summer evenings in California, I hear a band growing up, evolving, fighting back, and having the time of their lives doing so. Danger Days is the soundtrack to raging against the death of the creative spark.
We are a generation told not to try too hard. The world is going to shit, so why break a sweat? We are reminded daily not to trust our gut or follow our hearts, your dreams are unattainable and unrealistic... the band almost fell victim to this "just good enough" mentality and would have never been able to forgive ourselves. You, the fans, deserved better and us as artists deserved better.
Fear is the eternal enemy. If they can keep you scared, they can keep you controlled. We too came face to face with this saboteur, and found the strength to break through and carry on. We are here as a reminder that the world is not better off without you...these are dangerous days we live in and you, the artists, are our last defense.
Art is the Weapon.
Your Imagination is the Ammunition.
Stay Dirty, and Stay Dangerous.
Create and Destroy as you see fit.
Embrace your Originality.
The Aftermath is Secondary.
You can and should do Anything.
In conclusion friends, if you take anything away from this record, please let it be the strength to be passionate.
Love what you do and who you truly are. Be willing to die for it. If you are true to yourself, you can never go wrong. And remember when life gives you lemons, MCR says start a fucking band.
So people have been talking, as people do... and the word on the street is you guys liked the trailer we made! Your excitement has been so overwelming that we've decided to release a record to go along with it.
So, on November 22 of this year if you visit your local record store....hahaha record store, sorry I sound like a caveman...anyway, if you go to a place that sells music discs or visit your favorite worldwide web address that offers MP3's, our new record "Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys" will be there waiting for you. Please claim your copy in a timely fashion, as music always sounds better in your ears when it is hot off the presses.
Oh, and if there are some of you out there that still need convincing or you must know every detail before your heart's content, here is the final tracklisting for our new record:
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1. Look Alive, Sunshine
2. Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
3. Bulletproof Heart
4. SING
5. Planetary (GO!)
6. The Only Hope For Me is You
7. Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid/Traffic Report
8. Party Poison
9. Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back
10. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W
11. Summertime
12. DESTROYA
13. The Kids From Yesterday
14. Goodnite, Dr. Death
15. Vampire Money
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Enjoi!
Sincerely,
Frank and your handsome friends at My Chemical Romance
Hola friends, screw you enemies, it's been awhile. I trust you've been well! Hope you spent your holiday weekend wearing a smile...how would you like an update? Do you believe in the old saying that no news is good news? Well if you do, I suggest you close your eyes and read no further, cause I am about to post some news up in this bitch.
Here's the score:
First off, I would like to say thank you to everyone on Twitter and the message boards for all your well wishes and congratulations, it's very cool to have so many people excited for us. Yes, my wife and I are now the proud owners of two brand new baby girls!!! And we couldn't be more thrilled. I must say they are a bit small yet to do all of the heavy lifting and chores I need done, but I'm pretty sure in time they will end up paying for themselves, plus they are so goddamned cute it's sickening.
#2 our new record is done, finished, kaput, in the proverbial can, and being played loudly as we drive way too fast in our respective cars.
Would you like to hear it? Ah, I bet you would, but all in due time my friends...good things come to a patient MCRmy. We have a plan, and we are sticking to it. But look alive, keep your ears to the ground and your eyes bloodshot and open...there are signs everywhere and it will all make sense to you soon. Keep checking back for the shit to hit the fan.
Item of news that is fourth: THE 6th AND FINAL ART PRINT IS HERE! (applause) thank you everyone for your patience, yes the wait is over. "satan save the west coast, cause god wants us dead", like the 5 before it, is limited to 200 pieces, but this little bastard has been signed and stamped by all 4 members! And is available now. Please ENJOI!
Ah its been fun friends, but I must say goodbye for now. Thank you for the love, the trending topics, the beautiful drawings and artwork, and for giving everyone around you a headache by playing our records so loud.
We have much in store for you darlings, it's gonna be a fucking trip.
Thanks for always coming along for the ride. xofrank
June is here and almost gone. It brings with it the last installments of our limited edition prints. Photos 1-4 went out the door pretty quick and are never to return. We've all really appreciated your enthusiasm over the past few months and have decided to roll out the final prints in a different and hopefully more accessible way.
Print #5 is available now and is entitled "sonic salmonella". This photo depicts the heart and soul of My Chem, he is our comedic backbone, he provides the low end to our songs, and is everyone's little brother...Sir Mikey Fucking Way, Esq.
The name of this picture is a reference to an inside joke we all had early on about frozen dinners on the tour bus, but the photo itself is of the ruggedly handsome Way brother doing what he does best in the live room at a Los Angeles, CA recording studio. You can almost feel that persian carpet in his bass tone...am I right?
You might ask "awesome, but where is the final print?? this mysterious print #6??"....ah well, this is where things get interesting and different friends...keep checking back to mychemicalromance.com for details.
happy 3rd week of April! Things have been super crazy on the My Chem front; songs written and recorded, coffee consumed...lots of coffee, babies being ultrasounded, crazy ideas becoming reality, and absolutely no sleep for the caffeinated and weary...ever.
To all the collectors out there who snatched up the limited edition art prints 1&2, congrats and thank you's all around, we hope you enjoy them. Its rare we get to do something really special like this, and it feels good to offer you guys something a little more personal than just another t-shirt design. (but if tshirts is whatcha crave, there are new designs coming soon I promise.). Installments 3&4 will be revealed next month, so keep checking back. Register to the site now to receive updates and info on prints and other My Chem related topics before anyone else. In the mean time here are two new pics from the studio for your inspection.
And for all of you thinking about entering the speed-reading lyrics contest, Good Luck! I cannot wait to see these videos, channel the micro machines guy and let it rip. Oh and NO CHEATING! Mumblers and people who speed up video tape will be disqualified and farted upon by my gaseous dog, Professor Buckley.
Now without any further adieu....what everyone looks forward to every April...another installment of:
A VERBAL HISTORY: Catchphrases of the Modern Age as told by My Chemical Romance.
Episode 19- "I don't mean to step on the dog..."
It was a warm spring night at the local recording studio when auxiliary musician Jamie Muhoberac first coined the popular phrase "I don't mean to step on the dog". Jamie, who has worked on the last 2 MCR records and is most famous for "pizza organ" and "crazy ray gun sounds", uttered the now infamous line as he literally almost stepped on Raymond Toros beloved Yorkshire Terrier, Jack Bauer. It was not long before the phrase found a home in the heart and on the lips of today's youth. Appearing on tshirts and bumper stickers the phrase quickly replaced Jesus's quote to the apostles, "I don't mean to shit on anyone's birthday cake here, but one of you is going to betray me." as today's most popular way to tell people you're not trying to bum them out, before saying something that will definitely bum them out. Witnesses to the invention of Jamie's catch phrase were quoted as saying "It just makes more sense. I mean really, when's the last time someone shit on your B-Day cake? And if it did end up happening, you can only experience that feeling once a year! Where as in today's day and age someone literally steps on a dog every 3 and a half minutes." (This statistic does not include Albania or Puerto Rico, and therefore cannot actually be proven.)
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