Only Lovers Left Alive asks: Ian & Hal :3
The Birthday Massacre - I have seen them in concert and met them 2or 3 times and I just fall for them every time. Amazing music, perfect vibes, I love the dark fairytale genre, so it’s perfect. The band is absolutely adorable, puts on a great show, and they are the sweetest. I love talking to them and seeing them when I can. The best night of my life was the first concert I went to, theirs, where I met Chibi after the show. I made a fool of myself because I admire her so much. -Shitty picture of that time because why not-
My Chemical Romance - Cliche as it sounds, these guys raised me, kept me company, and encouraged me for years through their music before I found TBM. I love the guys to death, but unfortunately, will never see them play live. I had a chance once, but tickets were bought within minutes by scalpers. Fuck those guys for that shit. They did it when The Cure came to town as well. I was pissed. I’ve been part of the MCRmy (NOT KILLJOYS DAMNIT) since 2004, right after I’m Not Okay was released as a video. As they grow, I grow, but I can’t say I like all of their solo projects... I miss MCR, but I am proud of the guys for how far they got, and how their lives have been since. A few bumps, but they’re all dads now, and I’m thrilled for them.
Third band... I think I’ll go with Jack Off Jill & Scarling, or really just the singer, Jessicka Addams. I found JOJ through an Invader Zim video on youtube funny enough, but it quickly got me hooked to Jessicka’s angry growls and screams, her raw and blunt hits at hard topics that affect girls. RIOT GRRRL is an amazing genre I didn’t know existed until I found JOJ in 12th grade (2010/2011) and now I couldn’t imagine life without angry screaming girls and girls singing about politics and the like while being rebellious and goth/punk/metal as fuck.
Hal: Is there something you feel truly nostalgic about?
My memories of my cousin, and my grandfather. My cousin was 22 or so when he killed himself. I hadn’t seen him in a few years, but I’d missed him, wanted to see him, but had no way to. I lost him. He thought I hated him based on one of the last messages from him, a short convo we had, that I found on facebook. I had assured him I did not hate him, but I wonder often if he knew I was telling the truth if he knew how much I cared and loved for him. He was the closest in age to me, he had similar interests, when we were kids we played pretend that we were Pokemon and trainer, and in our teen years we went to school together, spent afternoons out at our grandmas, hung out, just regular things. I miss him, I miss those days, I miss his smile, his laugh. I want to go back to when we were children, to when there wasn’t an absence, a pain that won't ever heal, caused by his loss. I don’t blame him, I don’t feel anger for what he did, but I’d give anything to have him back.
My grandpa, he was always sickly. He had major diabetes and it eventually helped lead to his death. He made me feel special and loved, he made sure of it because when I was a child I pointed to a street, where the grandma mentioned before(the opposite side of the family) lived and said it was my brother's grandparents. I was little and deduced that they weren’t my grandparents, just my brothers, based on unfair treatment (that side loves the penis and thinks boys are better than girls-also hillbillies). So this grandpa, the one I loved dearly, he’s on the opposite side of my family, he always made sure to spend time with me, talk to me, etc. When he died I was somewhat relieved for him. He’d been in so much pain and a much as I missed/still miss him, I’m glad he’s not suffering, but I wouldn’t mind going back to when I could run up to him give him ‘bear hugs’ and share my hopes and dreams with him.
I’m just really nostalgic over the past.