"Would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
I saw My Chemical Romance last Sunday here in Argentina (with an INSANE setlist, btw: Bury Me in Black, Our Lady of Sorrows, TO THE END). I've never seen G smile so much, he was so happy. I think they're all happier than ever, you can see it in their faces and their performances, they enjoy every second of every show.
I love seeing not only MCR, but musicians of their same age, around 45, 50, or 55, so much happier, healthier, and traveling the world doing what they love. We'd listen to them sing about how awful it was to live in this world, how much they suffered, without knowing why the fuck they were still here. Years later, they managed to change that perspective on life, becoming genuinely happy, enjoying life. They achieved inner peace.
I'm grateful that many of them speak openly about their struggles, knowing that someone you love has been through the same shit as you makes you feel less alone, even less stupid, less ugly, less self-loathing. And it makes you admire them even more, it's inspiring, and although every journey is different, I hope to achieve that inner peace someday.
It's been 18 long fucking years since MCR first came to Argentina and we let them know just how much they mean to us...I felt blessed after the concert, it was a religious experience, I was out of my body screaming the lyrics to WTTBP, I ascended. It's been over a day and I still haven't suffered from post-concert depression, and I don't think I will. I'm so happy. Dr. Way, you healed me. MCR saved my life and will continue to do so. We'll carry on.
"Just a man, I'm not a hero, Just a boy, who had to sing this song, Just a man, I'm not a hero, I don't care!!!!!!!!"