why, chumbawumba, why???
just kidding. i wasn’t too broken up about chumbawumba breaking up. actually, when i heard this so-called news, my initial thought was ‘…chumbawumba is still a band?’
but there are some bands who should never. NEVER. break up. EVER.
…but they do.
and they break my little emo fucking heart.
it all started back in 1994, when a tiny little band called new kids on the block disbanded, shattering my dreams of one day being pulled on stage by donnie and serenaded.
when i was 5, my sister, cousin and friend went to see nkotb live. i was so fucking jealous. you know what i did that night?
i’ll tell you.
as some pathetic kind of consolation, my dad took me to see the little mermaid in theaters.
don’t get me wrong, i like ariel as much as the next guy. but who cares? no big deal. i want moooooooooooooore!
you tell ’em, hipster ariel.
i cried the whole time. they were seeing jordan knight do that thing with his hat, and i was watching a hermit crab sing.
and then they broke up. fuckmylife.
then, one fateful day in 1998, geri halliwell annouced she was leaving the spice girls.
yeah. that’s right. i loved the spice girls. i really really really wanted to zigga-zig ah. all fucking day.
backstreet boys also really did a number on me. but i did get to see them live. fuck yeah.
quit playing games with MY heart, nick!
in 2002, i met some boys in a band called bayside. they later did a split cd with name taken.
name taken was an amazing fucking band.
they even inspired one of my other favorite band’s name – panic! at the disco.
they put out one le-fuckin-git record after the split ep and called it quits.
bastards!
at the drive-in.
the nightmare scenario.
fuck! all of these little pieces of my heart, just chipping away…
fast forward to 2012.
thrice decides to ‘take a break’. we all know what that fucking means.
no one ever just ‘takes a break’. when you say ‘let’s take a break’, we all know you really mean ‘this relationship is over, but i’m being nice’.
thrice was one of those bands that never let me down. with every album, you could witness their evolution and growth as a band, as artists, as people…it was beautiful. it was brilliant. it was sacrosanct.
and then it was over.
i am moved by music constantly.
i am moved to tears, often.
but that show during their farewell tour… only fucking time i had ever cried at a show. and i cry all the fucking time! at everything!
it was an unforgettable moment, and i’m so thankful i got to be there for it.
alas, we’ve now reached the inspiration for this post (which isn’t a very good one, i’m aware):
UNDEROATH.
this band. this fucking band.
let me just say…i have gone to three different shows, to see this band…and have NEVER SEEN THEM.
it’s like the universe just didn’t want me to see them because it knew my brain would explode.
it was my life’s goal to see this band live.
…and two days ago, i found out they have officially disbanded. WHAT THEFUCK.
i did read that they are planning a farewell tour.
so that’s good. i will be there. i don’t even care if i have to fly to fucking europe, i will attend ONE of these shows. and actually see them play.
and i get it, i really do. sometimes you’ve just done all you can as a band. sometimes you just want to get off the road and spend time with your family. sometimes you make a masterpiece and can never top it, so continuing to make decent-but-not-brilliant albums seems pointless. i get it.
but man…i just wasn’t ready for this.
can the bands i love PLEASE stop breaking the fuck up??? FUCK!
WTF, mates? 