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“DEATH COMES RIPPING” – SPOOKY ISSUE

‘THE BLACK PARADE, THE TRIUMPHANT NEW ALBUM BY MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE MAY HAVE A TRAGIC STORYLINE, BUT IT’S NOTHING COMPARED WITH WHAT THE BANDMATES ENDURED TO BRING THE DISC TO LIGHT

PHOTOS BY JON WIEDERHORN PHOTOS BY JUSTIN BORUCKI

STANDING ON A BALCONY nine floors above the teeming streets of New York, Gerard Way overlooks the city in which My Chemical Romance began assembling their ambitious new album, The Black Parade. The newly peroxide- blond frontman takes a deep drag from a cigarette and exhales with a sigh. He knows he shouldn’t smoke, but it’s his only remaining vice.

“If I hadn’t been sober, I think The Black Parade surely would have killed me,” says Gerard, who climbed on the wagon in 2004. “We were going insane the whole time, and I had to cling to my sobriety to stay even a little lucid. The album became like this beast that was consuming us.”

Following up a release as successful as 2004’s Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, which sold 1.4 million copies in the U.S. alone, is never an easy task. And the various scares the band experienced as they worked on the new record-drummer Bob Bryar had a near-fatal staph infection, Gerard seriously injured his foot, and some restless spirits at the studio where they recorded kept them all on edge-did not help matters. And neither

did MCR’s decision to make The Black Parade (Reprise) a concept disc. Together, Gerard and his bandmates-Bryar, guitarists Frank lero and Ray Toro, and bassist Mikey Way (Gerard’s younger brother)-decided to craft a record about a dying young man who is visited by a cast of strange characters that help him examine his short life.

But diving into the conceptual deep end proved well worth the hassle. The Black Parade is not only MCR’s most realized offering; it’s also one of the most eclectic, enjoyable rock records of the year. One listen to tracks

like “House of Wolves,” “The Sharpest Lives,” and “Dead!” makes it clear that My Chemical Romance can still rip a good metallic punk tune. But the bandmates are now equally influenced by epic albums like Pink Floyd’s The Wall, David Bowie’s The Rise & Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars, and Queen’s A Night at the Opera.

“A lot of bands from the scene we came from try to strip down their music to ‘keep it real,” Gerard notes. “But the real you is what you’ve always had inside you and what you strive to be. So when we started compiling the material we had written, we were like, You know what? This has to be a huge, theatrical record.”

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE started working on ideas for The Black Parade in the back of the bus while on 2005’s Warped Tour, after which they flew to New York and rented a rehearsal space for two months. And that’s when things started to get weird.

“I was living in Queens, and I had to commute on the subway every day,” Gerard says. “I was suddenly very scared and paranoid. I felt more like an outsider than I ever had, and I had no confidence, which is bad when you’re trying to work on a record. And I had no anonymity because there were a lot of teenagers on the train.” In reaction to the young fans he encountered on the underground,

Gerard wrote “Teenagers,” a T. Rex-style romp with the chorus line, “Teenagers scare the living shit out of me.” “The song came directly from commuting when school let out and being so terrified of them,” the singer says. “I was like, Wait a minute. These are the same people that listen to our band. Why am I scared? And I realized it was because they’re scared, too. Teenagers are made to feel like they can only solve their problems with violence. They lash out at each other in a really volatile way.” After several months experiencing the joys of mass transit, MCR had completed only a handful of songs and felt like a change of scenery (and climate) might do them some good. “I couldn’t keepworking in New York,” says Gerard. “We wanted isolation.”

id: Gerard leads the way to what will likely be the band’s second platinum record

So the group relocated to Paramour Mansion, outside of L.A. Nestled high in the hills, the deluxe estate overlooks the trendy Silver Lake area and boasts spacious rooms, a gorgeous pool, lush gardens, a state-of-the-art recording facility-and a few special guests.

“The place is definitely haunted,” Gerard says. “Doors would slam, and the faucets would turn on. You’d get a bath drawn for you of freezing-cold water in your room, and you wouldn’t know why.” As unnerving as its mischievous spirits could be, the Paramour was also inspiring, and contributed to the haunting vibe of songs like “The End” and “This Is How I Disappear.” More important, it led Gerard to come up with the bleak, surreal concept for the record. “I would have these night terrors, where it would feel like someone was choking me, and my heart would stop and I would stop breathing,” he says. “I would wake up in the middle of the night and write these notes to myself, and one of them read, ‘We are all just a black parade.’ So I started thinking about how this band is kind of a black parade, like a funeral-procession rock thing. And I used that idea to piece together this story about the idea that when you die, death comes for you however you want.” Gerard molded his concept into a narrative about a character he dubbed the Patient, whose strongest memory from childhood is of his father taking him to the city to see a parade. Two songs into the album, he dies, and the black parade comes for him.

“During the rest of the story, he meets this entity of death and all these characters, like Mama, who represents anyone who’s ever lost their son in a war,” Gerard explains. “It’s almost like these Canterbury Tales, where he goes along on this journey, and at the end he decides whether he wants to live or die.” With the concept in place, My Chem made the songs as sweeping and theatrical as Gerard’s lyrics. They accomplished this, in part, by combing through their own eclectic record collections and pulling choice elements that would set them even further apart from other melodic punk bands.

The first two minutes of “Welcome to the Black Parade” stemmed from Gerard’s love for Broadway musicals, the horns in “Dead!” came from Mikey’s interest in Blur and Britpop, and the jaunty feel of “Mama” was informed by Tom Waits and Nick Cave. But the most poignant moment on the record, “Cancer,” was (unlike its morbid moniker) something of a pleasant surprise. “I was very upset about something in my personal life, and that’s when that song came out,” Gerard says. “It was really spontaneous, and it was recorded pretty much live with Rob [Cavallo, the record’s producer] on the piano and me in the vocal booth. Then we added layers of drums, which gave it a certain urgency. It’s the song I’m most proud of because it was the most pure emotion we’ve ever captured, and it gets such an immediate response. You can’t shake what the song is about.”

As the CD approached completion, some members of the band began to show signs of nervous exhaustion. The group was scheduled to fly to England to play the Reading Festival, and as the date grew near, Toro, who has a fear of flying, got noticeably agitated. Then, after the band tracked “Welcome to the Black Parade,” which was originally called “The Five of Us Are Dying,” the guitarist lost it.

“I thought I had this premonition,” Toro explains. “I was flipping through the TV channels, and on the news. there would be something about a plane crash, and every time I woke up in the morning, the clock would say 9:11. I was playing Tomb Raider the night before the flight, and on the level I ended up at, there was this whole flashback to a plane crash. So right before the flight I was like, ‘That’s it. I’m not flying.”

Despite his misgivings, Toro boarded the plane, and when My Chemical Romance returned to L.A. (all of them still very much alive, thank you very much), The Black Parade was completed without further incident. Listening back to the record, the band members were in awe of what they had achieved and eager to share it with their fans. “There was a real confidence that came to us,” Gerard explains. “Having survived it, we felt like we were changed forever. I feel different as a performer now, and I think we really finally discovered who we were as a band.”

But just because MCR were done with the record didn’t mean that it was done with them. About a month later, the band was shooting a video for “Famous Last Words” with director Samuel Bayer (Garbage, Smashing Pumpkins) on a set featuring walls of flame, when-seized by the moment-lero grabbed Gerard’s throat from behind and wrestled him to the ground. The singer rolled one way; his foot went the other. “It bent completely backwards, and I heard a crack and felt this agonizing pain,” Gerard recalls. “I tore all the ligaments in my foot, but I got up and continued to perform.”“I didn’t know what I was doing,” says lero, shaking his head. “I wasn’t trying to hurt him. I felt awful. I still do.” Gerard’s injury was serious, and he still walks with a cane, but it paled in comparison to what happened to Bryar. At the end of the shoot, the pyro was so intense, the drummer could feel his leg burning, but he stuck it out for the rest of the song. By then, he had a nasty third-degree burn. And the misfortune didn’t stop there. Bryar didn’t take his antibiotics regularly, and he failed to keep the wound clean. By the time the band got back from a brief tour of Japan, the burn was severely infected. Then Bryar’s face swelled up and, after doing the MTV Video Music Awards preshow telecast and a special club show, stumbled into a hospital emergency room in intense pain. “I thought I’d be there for 10 minutes, but as soon as they saw me, they got all serious and gave me an IV and said they had to do a CAT scan,” recalls Bryar.“They did all these blood tests and kept me there for 14 hours.” Doctors discovered that Bryar’s leg infection had spread to his blood and caused an abscess in his face that was creeping dangerously close to his brain. If it had been left untreated for another two days, he could have died. “The whole thing was such a nightmare,” Bryar says. “This doctor stuck my cheek with a needle about six inches long and the width of an IV tube. Then he went in and out of the inside of my mouth with the needle about 10 times." Fortunately, the treatment worked, and Bryar left the hospital three days later.

With tragedy averted, My Chem are now focusing on touring for The Black Parade. They’ll be in Europe for most of November, and when they get back at the end of year, they’ll start rehearsing for a U.S. arena tour that starts in February. "We want to put on a full show with props and staging like The Wall,” Gerard says. And MCR plan to keep the Patient alive long after they’re done touring for the CD. “I would love to see the story turned into a play or a musical, and it could easily be a movie,” enthuses Gerard. “Making this record, we cut ourselves open every day, pulled out every organ, and lay them on a table so it would be something we’re completely happy with. We want The Black Parade to exist for a long time.”

“I felt more like an outsider than I ever had, and I had no confidence, which is bad when you’re trying work on a record.”

-GERARD WAY

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