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 itās 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- Ā
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. Ā Iāve been part of the MCRmy (NOT KILLJOYS DAMNIT) since 2004, right after Iām Not Okay was released as a video. As they grow, I grow, but I canāt 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 theyāre all dads now, and Iām thrilled for them.Ā
Third band... I think Iāll 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 Jessickaās angry growls and screams, her raw and blunt hits at hard topics that affect girls. RIOT GRRRL is an amazing genre I didnāt know existed until I found JOJ in 12th grade (2010/2011) and now I couldnāt imagine life without angry screaming girls and girls singing about politics and the like while being rebellious and goth/punk/metal as fuck.Ā
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 hadnāt seen him in a few years, but Iād 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 wasnāt an absence, a pain that won't ever heal, caused by his loss. I donāt blame him, I donāt feel anger for what he did, but Iād give anything to have him back.Ā
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 becauseĀ 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 werenāt 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, heās 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. Heād been in so much pain and a much as I missed/still miss him, Iām glad heās not suffering, but I wouldnāt mind going back to when I could run up to him give him ābear hugsā and share my hopes and dreams with him.Ā
Iām just really nostalgic over the past.Ā