she said you ain't no son of mine
Mar. 29th, 2008 02:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
AHAHAHAAHHHA. Ohhh my godddd. Okay, so I was sort of bopping around on the My Chem myspace to see if maybe they'd sekritly put up more tour dates on the East Coast (WAY TO NOT REPRESENT YOUR ROOTS BOYS, JEEZ) and you know that little radio/jukebox thing that plays songs while you're wandering around the site?
I JUST LISTENED TO THEIR VERSION OF MAMA LIVE. I never knew how empty my life was until this moment. GERAAAAARD. You giant loser. I just picture him doing retarded macarena-chickendance-bugaloo dances and getting way too excited and spitting all over the mic and Ray and Mikey in the corner staring, like, omg is he dying? Is this epilepsy? And Frank all mad, because epileptic flailing is his schtick, dammit!
And then at the end! When Gerard decides that since there are no ladies to weep and wail for him he WILL DO IT FOR HIMSELF. GERARD, YOU GIANT HAM. You just know he's wiping his eyes theatrically with a feather boa and that Bob is somewhere in the background, shaking his head sadly.
I cannot wait to see these boys live. I may pass out with joy.