March 16, 200817 yr Didn't realise MCR music is featured in the movie ! Not sure if it's a new track.
March 20, 200817 yr MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE STAR WEDS GIRLFRIEND Rocker FRANK IERO has become the latest member of MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE to wed the guitarist has married his girlfriend JAMIE NESTOR. The couple, who announced their engagement in March 2006, exchanged vows in New York City on 9 March (08). Last year (07), My Chemical Romance frontman Gerard Way married his longterm love Lyn-Z in Denver, Colorado; while bandmate - and Way's brother - Mikey Way wed Alicia Simmons backstage at a gig in Las Vegas. http://www.pr-inside.com/my-chemical-roman...end-r494653.htm
April 2, 200817 yr Hello to all, The other day, I was given the new Drive By record by my dear friend Todd Price. For those of you who are unfamiliar , he sings and plays guitar in the band. I had been eagerly awaiting this record quite some time. Their initial release floored me. It's everything about music that I love. Amazing and honest rock songs. Todd has the uncanny knack to write the kind of chorus that I'm jealous. Upon listening to their record "A Delicate Situation" I was knocked on my ass once again, and I expected nothing less. If this band isn't gigantic by the end of the year, then there's no justice in the world.. On april 8th, " A Delicate Situation" in released and I recommend you all make a B line to the record store and grab one. The songs are sure to be ingrained in your skull for quite some time. Regards Mikeyway
April 16, 200817 yr My Chemical Romance Speak Out Against Anti-Emo Violence After weeks of harassment and violence, Mexican emo kids can rest a little easier — their heroes have come to the rescue. When My Chemical Romance took the stage in Mexico City (this past Saturday at Zero Fest), Gerard Way spoke to the crowd: “I want to say something today before we continue. Recently we’ve been hearing a lot of stuff about some violence here in your country having to do with kids who want to wear black t-shirts…or some kind of bulls— stuff like that. We don’t want to see any f—ing violence! We came here for one reason, and that’s to be at the f—ing rock show!” http://newsroom.mtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/mcr1.jpg http://newsroom.mtv.com/2008/04/15/my-chem...t-emo-violence/
April 21, 200817 yr My Chemical Romance: Rock Superheroes It's hard for me to write a review of a My Chemical Romance show without filling it with hyperbole and grand statements about how they are the greatest band ever. This is simply because they are, hands down, my favorite band of all time. After seeing them last March at Magness Arena during their giant tour supporting The Black Parade, I was beyond excited to get another chance to bathe in the awesomeness of MCR. Monday's show was at the Fillmore and the smaller venue lead to a more intimate setting. It was like a time machine trip back to the days before The Black Parade made them multi-platinum superstars with high-production arena shows to match. This was much more the MCR of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, their stellar second album, released in 2004. Opening act, and fellow New Jersey band, Drive By got the crowd pumped before openers Billy Talent took the stage, getting the mosh pits going. All this was building to the inevitable crescendo when MCR's Gerard Way, Ray Toro, Mikey Way, Frank Iero and Bob Bryar took the stage. They were joined by semi-member James Dewees, formerly of Reggie and the Full Effect. Total madness spread through out the crowd in the front near the barriers as some started crying with joy while others screamed every lyric. There was a palpable electricity in the air as the energy level of both the band and the crowd grew with every song. Best of all, they played not just their recent hits, but a selection of songs that went completely across the board. Fans got to hear classics like "Headfirst for Halos" from their first album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, released off New Jersey independent label Eyeball Records. We were also treated to some unreleased songs and b-sides like "Kill All Your Friends" or "Desert Song", which made the experience exponentially more touching and memorable. Lead singer Gerard even acknowledged the diverse set list, claiming his brother Mikey bought a ouija board and used it to determine which songs to play. Gerard's commentary was certainly among the highlights of the evening. He even asked the crowd if they watched the season finale of VH1's Bret Michaels dating show Rock of Love, saying that it blew his mind to hear Michaels make his final choice and ask, "Will you stay in the house and continue to rock my world?" It was Gerard's statement that the band will "go away for a couple years" after this tour that made it all so bittersweet. MCR has been on the road for what seems like an eternity, but they will soon take a break and work on their fourth album. Given the pattern of evolution with this band, their next record is sure to be a masterpiece, however not seeing them in concert for a few years will be tough for hardcore fans. As I said in my review of their previous Denver performance, these shows are more than just concerts to the fans. This is more than just a band; these guys are like superheroes. Surely their inspirational presence will be sorely missed in the Mile High City until their inevitably triumphant return with the next tour. On a personal note, I would like to say a huge than you to MCR's head security guy, who got the band to sign a printed YourHub with my review from last year. http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o227/nickybots/signedcopy.jpg Thanks to My Chemical Romance's head of security, I was able to leave the show with a signed copy of my previous YourHub review. http://denver.yourhub.com/Denver/Stories/R...ory~456103.aspx
April 21, 200817 yr They will be away for a couple of years :( Understandable ofcourse but still it's sad to hear :(
April 21, 200817 yr LINKIN PARK, MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, THE STROKES and LIL' JON are among the acts attempting to make a big difference this Earth Day - by donating items for a huge music memorabilia auction. As well as selling off merchandise and personal items, Linkin Park and Panic At The Disco will be offering VIP concert tickets and the chance to meet the bands. The acts were all asked to donate items that would be dumped or placed in storage to aid Music For Relief and Unite The United in their ongoing environmental and disaster relief efforts. Earth Day falls on 22 April this year. The auction will take place on eBay.com. http://www.contactmusic.com/news.nsf/artic...auction_1065838
April 21, 200817 yr A rockin' Romance after all By Adam Graham / Detroit News Pop Music Writer My Chemical Romance makes music for and about teenagers. They sing about life and death with an urgency and fatalism only teens can truly understand. Heck, one of their biggest singles is called "Teenagers." None of that bothers me, however. Although my teenage years are ancient history, I love My Chemical Romance. OK, admitting a My Chemical Romance crush isn't as embarrassing as saying I'm a 29-year-old Jonas Brothers fan. (I'm not, by the way.) But there's still something about the band -- playing Saturday and Sunday at the Fillmore Detroit -- that makes me feel like I have to apologize for liking them. Maybe it's their over-the-top theatrics, the layers of make-up they wear onstage or the sheer pompousness of frontman Gerard Way's wild-eyed delivery. Whatever it is, there's something that says responsible married men such as myself should not have a childish obsession with this band. I'm done apologizing, however, and I'm not ashamed. My Chemical Romance rocks my world. It wasn't always this way. When MCR first emerged, I wrote them off as another in the long line of disposable screamo bands that were emerging at the time. Taking Back Sunday, the Used, My Chemical Romance -- whatever; life's too short to study the intricacies of dozens of faceless, interchangeable bands. Then I saw the video for "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)." Cut to look like the trailer for a coming-of-age teen comedy, it was sharp, cutting and clever -- and the song wasn't bad either. A slice of ramped up, slap-you-in-the-face pop-punk, it was served with copious attitude from Way, who frothed, "but you really need to listen to me, because I'm telling you the truth, I mean this, I'm okay!" The next line? "I'm not okay." "I'm Not Okay" was followed by "Helena," the "TRL" staple which cemented them as anti-teen idol teen idols. Set at a funeral and featuring a full chorus of dancers, it nailed everything My Chem was about: Black-clad and death-obsessed but hopeful and celebratory about life. Both tracks came from the group's second album, "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge," which was a cut above the works of their peers but still fully emerged in the muddy waters of emo. But on "The Black Parade," the band blew away their contemporaries by becoming bigger than life, and incorporating pieces of Kiss, Queen and the Green Day into their repertoire. The album's first single "Welcome to the Black Parade" is a rock opera unto itself -- it's "Bohemian Rhapsody" for the MySpace generation. It's so epic in scope it transcends mere age demographics, and it one day deserves a spot on classic rock radio. I've listened to "The Black Parade" more than any other album in the last year -- when my iPod went kaput in December, I repurchased the album so I wouldn't be without it -- and it stands as one of my favorite albums of the decade. I've never worn eyeliner; I'm not from New Jersey; and aside from my fanfare of horror movies, I don't think about death more than anyone else. But I know good music when I hear it, and My Chemical Romance gives me a reaction like none other. http://detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?A...ENT04/804170440
April 21, 200817 yr I couldn't agree more with this sweet man :o I feel the same way apart from the fact that I do wear eyeliner on the occasion :lol: Edited April 21, 200817 yr by *Nicky*
April 22, 200817 yr blog: My Chemical Romance 'rocks my world' Maria Scully Vail CO, Colorado April 21, 2008 "You want me to come to a concert with you that's full of Emos?" My boyfriend, Alan, asked me sarcastically. "It's My Chemical Romance," I blurted, "they are so AMAZING! And Gerard Way is FLAWLESS!" "You got to be kidding me..." It may not seem like I am the kind of person to be into "Emo", dark eye make-up, anarchy driven music, but the Black Parade band — My Chemical Romance — has truly stolen my heart. When driving in my car I crank up their tunes, scream the words, use my steering wheel as a drum-set, while bouncing around in my seat (not the safest thing in the world, I know, Mom and Dad, I know). All of my friends think I'm a little odd for having such a deep passion for this kind of band, but I guess you can say that is what makes me exceptional. My friend Ieva from Vail Mountain School also reacts to MCR like girls did Beatles mania. Both she and I met last summer and began a friendship based on our love for the band. Barely knowing each other, we went to our first MCR concert at the end of summer, and decided to get tickets for the next upcoming event. The concert was planned for a Monday night, a school night, yes ... but we HAD to go no matter what. It turned out she had extra tickets so, like a good, loving girlfriend, I dragged my boyfriend along with me. School that day seemed to move along like a snail on Lunesta. I was hypnotized by the clock, swearing the hour hand was frozen in place. My last class was math, and as soon as my pencil hit the paper, I ripped through the test finishing in record time, (I'm praying I passed). The bell rang and I sprinted home, refreshed my make-up, put on tight-legged jeans and skater shoes, (in order to somewhat blend in with the punk crowd) and was off to meet Ieva and her dad. We all decided to wear white so we could stick out from everyone else, and boy did we! As we walked down the endless line that seemed to extend beyond the horizon and into the concert, we were surrounded by interesting beings, that were actually probably human, but we couldn’t be sure. There were some with black and red strips painted on their faces, even children with black lipstick and eyeliner. Fish net tights, black skirts with chains, crazy colored hair, and black nail polish galore floated around us like a zombie scene from a Tim Burton movie. My boyfriend, mewling like a baby in all his macho glory, held on to me tight as we passed through the treacherous forest of Emo. I, on the other hand, was fearless for I had encountered such shocking creatures before. After a long, amusing walk we made it to the end of the line and waited for the doors to open. Slowly but surely we made our way into the doors and stepped onto the floor in front of the stage. The arena was like an oven. We began to sweat and the floor hadn't even begun to fill. Pushing our way through the Emo creatures (which was, in fact, pretty scary) we inched our way closer and closer to the front row. Drive By, a new punk band, opened first. The room continued to heat up, but I was not about to move from my spot to get water. The entire crowd swayed, writhed and pushed. We each held onto each other tightly, knowing we were stuck in the harsh movements. Billy Tallin, another new band, appeared next and the crowd grew even more anxious and pumped for MCR. People were jumping and shoving, swaying violently, with some hangin' ten on top of the hands of the crowd. I was dripping in sweat, along with every one else I was smashed up against. It was disgusting, muggy, sticky and awkward. Security guards in the front were squirting water into our mouths and soaking our hair and clothes in order to keep us cool. Instead, my clothes just grew even stickier and warmer against my skin. I imagined baby birds opening their mouths for the mother to throw up in their throats as we all opened our mouths in desperation for water. How lovely indeed. I grew dizzy from the heat and gasped for air, but I would not let myself leave the wild, sweat-infested swarm; I knew that MCR would make it all worth while. At this point it dawned on me: The one thing the really sucked about concerts was waiting for the band to finally make it on stage. We were dying, well, at least I felt like I was because of the heat and claustrophobia. It was as if the staff and bands were playing some cruel joke on us by playing annoying elevator music as we melted on the floor. "All you need is love" by The Beatles began to play, and the crowd sang along but replaced the word "love" with "water." "All you need is water, water! Water's all you need!" The Emo jungle had turned into a singing, Emo-desert. I was ready to give up; to leave and buy my own bottle of water and hydrate in the cool air outside, but the lights soon turned an orangey-red color and the crowd began to scream. I knew it was finally time and I was lifted up above the crowd. I watched in awe as Gerard, Mikey, Frank, Toro, and Bob made their way onto the stage. I screamed and threw my hands in the air, and soon all of my pain was gone. They jammed out "House of Wolves" from their new album and I jumped with the crowd. I jumped so hard that before I knew it, we were all the way at the front. MCR was just a few feet from me, I could almost feel Gerard's spit on my face.(Yes, spit is gross, but if you’re a teen fanatic, and it comes from Gerard, it is wonderful — just like our mothers felt about Ringo). Gerard's shiny black hair was draped in front of his face as he sang beautifully. Meanwhile Toro and Frank stood next to him, chiming together on their guitars. Together they were a young group of poor and misunderstood New Jersey boys changing the lives of everyone in the room that night. Even though we all were sick with heat, we danced, letting our hands wave in the air and our feet lift above the floor. We sang as though we were the ones on stage holding the microphone. It was magical to watch everyone in that room feel nothing but excitement and bliss. The concert ended sooner than I thought, yet I was thankful to finally cool off and let my knees bend into normal position. Walking back into our car, I looked back at their tour bus, realizing that during the show when Gerard wasn’t lying when, after gasping for air following a tiring song, he said, "You guys are the best audience we've ever had." http://www.vaildaily.com/article/20080421/BLOG/379385946
April 22, 200817 yr I could almost feel Gerard's spit on my face.(Yes, spit is gross, but if you’re a teen fanatic, and it comes from Gerard, it is wonderful — just like our mothers felt about Ringo). Awwwwww :wub: :lol:
May 2, 200817 yr My Chemical Romance: No antidote required for impressive show at Birmingham's Sloss Furnaces Who: My Chemical Romance, a highly theatrical rock band from New Jersey. Where and when: Inside the shed at Sloss Furnaces, with a start time shortly after 9 p.m. Openers were Billy Talent and Drive By. Influences on display: Queen, certainly. Like that 1970s rock group, My Chemical Romance goes for concept albums (such as 2006 "The Black Parade") and likes to make "ta-da!" statements with keyboard flourishes, heavy guitars and flamboyant vocals. On the punk side, Green Day comes to mind. At the Birmingham show, lead singer Gerard Way was a confident, charismatic and -- he'd hate this description -- sharply cute presence on stage. Set list: Many tracks from "The Black Parade," including "Cancer," "Mama," "I Don't Love You," "Teenagers" and "Welcome to the Black Parade." The band also played "Kill All Your Friends" and "Desert Song." Fashion statement: Basic black, with jeans and T-shirts and lots of hair falling in the eyes. In the past, My Chemical Romance wore matching outfits that made them look a Goth version of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. Audience: An all-ages crowd that ranged from grade-school kids to gray-haired rockers. Ticketholders just about filled the sloping confines of the shed, with a tighter pack in the front and more room to breathe at the back. Many fans present sang along with Way, reciting the lyrics like personal anthems. Atmosphere: My Chemical Romance was well-suited to the atmosphere at Sloss, with its rusted metal and rumors of ghost sightings. (Way even mentioned the haunting legends, saying the bass player might pull out a Ouija board.) Fine weather on this spring evening, a dramatic light show and decent sound quality were happy bonuses. Quibbles: Way seemed to lose the audience on some of the softer and slower ballads. The tight, thrashing rock songs went over better, and so did the spooky carnival numbers. Verdict: A good band, if not a positively great one. It'll be interesting to see what My Chemical Romance does on its next CD -- something simpler, maybe? -- after touring for two years on the elaborate "Black Parade." http://blog.al.com/mcolurso/2008/05/medium_chemical.jpg Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance, center, sings to the front row of fans at Sloss Furnaces. http://blog.al.com/mcolurso/2008/05/my_che...no_antidot.html
May 21, 200817 yr Just Shoot Me: Photographer's My Chemical Romance nightmare has a happy ending Last week was a wild one for freelance photographer Nichole Torpea. The 22-year-old UMSL grad was shooting the May 3 My Chemical Romance concert at the Pageant for Riverfront Times, when, she says, she was assaulted by a member of the band's security team. Torpea says she was approached by a man she believes is a member of MCR's security team while she was taking pictures from the balcony during the band's sold-out show at the Pageant. The man, whom she later described to St. Louis police as six-foot-three, 210 to 230 pounds and dressed all in black, grabbed her arm, led her through a door to a stairwell and forced her to the ground. Torpea says the man paid little attention to the photo pass attached to her shirt. "I was collapsing under his pressure," she says. "I had no idea what was going on. He had no ID and wouldn't tell me who he was. He kept saying, 'You know what you did. Give me the f***ing camera.'" Michael Mitchell, venue manager of the Pageant, says he and his employees were shocked when they arrived on the scene. "My first concern was their safety," says Mitchell. "They were headed for the stairs. I jumped behind them and pushed them toward the landing. Both my heels were dangling over the top stair." The confrontation ended seconds later, after the man ripped the camera from Torpea's body and fled down the stairs. He returned several minutes later and gave back her camera, having deleted all the images on the memory card. His parting words: "You'll never work for MCR or [the band's label] Warner Bros. again!" Mitchell remains disturbed by the incident. "Three members of our staff, including me, witnessed it," Mitchell says. "Combined, we have over 50 years experience in security and nightclub management. None of us had ever seen anything approaching the degree of unprofessionalism portrayed by their guy's actions." Torpea, who was treated by the nightclub's medic for an abrasion to her arm, says she blacked out momentarily after the incident, owing to hyperventilation. Two hours after the show, at the suggestion of Riverfront Times Web editor Nick Lucchesi, Torpea called police. By the time an officer responded to the scene, the band had packed up its tour bus and left town. The police report labels the alleged offense "assault third degree" and the suspect "unknown." Torpea says she still doesn't know the man's name. Luke Burland, head of press for Warner Bros. Records, says the New Jersey-based band was unaware of any incident until being contacted last week by RFT. She declines to speculate on the identity of the alleged assailant. "The band is definitely looking into it and will take appropriate action," the publicist says. "They feel horrible about this. It's not who they are. They want to make amends." The group's raucous, punk-inspired music and angst-filled lyrics have translated to album sales in the millions since MCR hit it big in 2004. Despite its hardcore image, the band maintains a squeaky-clean image and a reputation as being exceptionally fan-friendly. "Five geeky outcast dudes," is how lead singer Gerard Way described MCR in a 2006 interview in Alternative Press magazine. In YouTube videos, the band expounds not on the clichés of sex, drugs and rock & roll, but on its respect for women and what its members see as their mission to save the lives of their teen- and college-age fan base. Burland notes that it's common for bands to allow press photographers to shoot only during the first three songs of a concert. Still, she hastens to add, that's no excuse for the way Torpea appears to have been treated. "The band would never condone that behavior," the publicist says. Torpea now realizes that she was in violation of the agreement she signed in order to obtain her press credential. "I misunderstood it," she says. "I thought the rule applied only to photos near the stage. I didn't realize it extended throughout the club and on the balcony." Torpea says some of her friends had been pressing her to seek legal recourse before she got a call late last Tuesday from MCR's manager. "He said the group had no idea what happened and they are sorry about anything that may have occurred," Torpea reports. The photographer had some initial misgivings about the band's offer to fly her and her boyfriend to Manhattan to attend the Madison Square Garden concert but ultimately decided to let bygones be bygones. "Essentially I was looking for an apology," she says. On Friday Torpea was given full access to MCR, including photo credentials and an invite to the after-party celebrating the end of their concert tour. This time around the photographer had no run-ins with the band's security. But while she snapped some fine photos of the band that night, Torpea says her favorite shot came the following evening when she ran into actor Will Smith in Times Square. "He was taking a break from shooting a movie and I asked him if he'd mind taking a photo with me," Torpea recalls. "He was like, 'Sure, sweetie.' He couldn't have been more of a gentleman." http://media.newtimes.com/2156024.51.jpg Torpea ended up shooting an MCR concert this past Friday at New York City's Madison Square Garden — as a special guest of the band. http://www.riverfronttimes.com/2008-05-14/.../just-shoot-me/
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