Early last Thursday, famous pop punk band, My Chemical Romance, posted what appeared to be a tour announcement on Twitter. This announcement came after over six years of hiatus and was certainly unexpected.
For those who aren’t aware, My Chemical Romance (MCR) is the emo equivalent of Elvis Presley. They have long been regarded as the head of the emo trinity, which also includes Fall Out Boy and Panic! at the Disco.
Fans were skeptical. In the past, MCR has made announcements seemingly hinting a reunion to no avail. When I first saw the tickets on sale, I assumed it was for some kind of fan meet-up or temporary MCR museum. However, it appears that this tour is indeed real, and tickets for the Los Angeles show sold out within minutes.
This show is a dream come true for me. I started listening to MCR in seventh grade, three months before they disbanded “for good.” Their music single-handedly launched my “emo phase,” and I wore their merch at least once a week.
That probably sounds obsessive, but MCR was, and still is, far more than a band to me.
I struggled a lot in high school. My two best friends from middle school transferred at the beginning of my freshman year, and I felt really alone. Throw in a couple bad relationships with upperclassmen, and you have a recipe for disaster.
Throughout it all, though, I turned to MCR’s music; I remember sob-crying the lyrics to “Famous Last Words” on one particularly bad night.
It isn’t just me, though. Their lyrics spoke to a generation of losers, outcasts and misfits. Their music provided the words we needed: It’s okay to be different; it’s okay to not be okay. More than that, their lyrics united people and gave them an identity.
We were emo. We had god awful layers and heavy eyeliner. We wore all black from our chokers to our Converse. We listened to MCR.
I’m incredibly excited for this band’s new chapter, and I hope it rekindles unity in all the former emos it inspired. Regardless, “We’ll carry on.”