I was feeling miserable physically, in a lot of pain to the point where it was almost crippling me, especially creatively. I decided to take that and use it as an inspiration for getting out of bed and making something again.
I made songs really for myself – I didn’t ever expect to put it out there.
I’ve always been in bands writing songs with friends in order to play shows or record a future record.
At times, it could be a bit difficult to understand everything that’s being said when just listening, but I wanted the lyrics to be the first impression.
Every time I felt the pain coming on I’d go downstairs and hammer out an idea. After a few months I started to take a look at what I was making, I had for the first time in my life written a large grip of songs completely alone and without any expectations or plans of what they would be for.
I have a split – of my real home-life side that’s real-life, and then the creative side that is not necessarily real-life, but it intersects my real-life so much.
Where my heart lies is in the real-life, but at the same time part of it lies in this creative realm where I need to go in and put out that fire, scratch that itch, in order to be all rounded.
I don’t understand how people can make such a fuss about people that are happy and in love, when there’s people dying of hunger and war and they don’t even notice that. I really don’t understand that. That makes me so angry!
If I couldn’t play, I wouldn’t be alive.
People never cease to amaze us.
My biggest addictions have been chocolate cake, mashed potatoes, and butter sandwiches.
Popsicles should be the new black and then everyone would have one.
The messenger is not as important as the message.
I have no want or desire to solo. I’d rather create melodies and accompanying parts.
It’s always awkward to pretend to play. I feel like Ashlee Simpson. Oooh, zing.
Really I don’t know anything other than Jersey. I like the dirtiness of it. Now I’m getting to see the world, and it’s great, but it’s not better than Jersey.
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.
Every time somebody ever told you that you weren’t gonna amount to anything, you know, that’s your time to shine, you know? You can show everybody and prove to yourself what you’re doing is real and that it counts and that it makes a difference.
Even as a kid- do all kids think about this? I hope they don’t, I hope my kids don’t think about this- I was always thinking about, “Well, what are we doing? What is this all about?”
It could be anything, give a homeless guy a sandwich, help an old lady across the street like anything to make this world a better place. If everybody just did one good thing for another person like a selfless good deed just think about how much a better place this would be.
My first show was when I was a high school freshman, but it was at the junior class dance. My older friend and bandmate booked it.