darling email, don't leave me!

[harborshore]

First things first, is anyone else having trouble with Gmail? I am, in Firefox but not in Safari. But Google is working just fine. *hands* I don't understand, and my internet is also currently running at a snail's pace, so I can't use my usual tools for figuring out what's wrong. DAMMIT. ETA: OH THANK GOD, it's working again.

But much more importantly, I'm slowly but surely becoming really interested in, you know, Patrick Stump. And Joe Trohman. Even Pete Wentz. Admittedly, I don't really like Andy Hurley, but I'm starting to love the band he's in.

Really, all of you, feel free to snicker at me. I'm the slowest of the slow, I'm well aware of this fact. I'm just sort of startled by this development--I've been reading fic about them for longer than I've been interested in MCR (in case I haven't shared this yet, my bandom origins story goes: Pete/Patrick porn; Weekenders; a lot more fic; hearing the Black Parade and going huh, I like the way the song changes throughout; hearing Teenagers; and then seeing that clip where Gerard tells the girls in his audience to spit in the faces of dudes who tell them to take their shirts off. And that was IT. Of course, it took me another, uh, nine months to get a livejournal. SLOWEST OF THE SLOW.

Anyway, FOB. For the sake of my new-found fascination with them and for the sake of the sequel to my big bang (which is partly in Patrick pov, it seems), I would deeply appreciate a link to your favorite/canon-defining/OTP-defining/etc/whatever interview/blogpost/photo shoot/etc. Basically if you link me to something, I'll be really, really grateful. OH, I almost forgot--tell me your favorite FOB album.

Comments

[thesamefire.livejournal.com]

That reminds me of how the most overwhelming memory associated with a Folie A Deux song for me is how the first time I listened to "What A Catch, Donnie" I was on a Greyhound bus in the middle of nowhere, Vermont, parked at a stop and waiting for passengers, and I was staring out the windows at fall foliage and paying really close attention to the music. I have such a strong mental image of the moment, and it comes back almost every time I hear the song.

[graceoftheworld.livejournal.com]

i love how songs do that, attach themselves so completely to a time and a place.

the first time i listened to What a Catch, i had to lock myself in a bathroom stall in the library in kyoto and cry. that is a true story and i admit it without shame. now i'm totally burnt out on that whole record and cannot listen to it at all.

[thesamefire.livejournal.com]

I have that same burnout w/r/t "Hum Hallelujah". I just listened to it too intensely too many times. I still love just thinking about the lyrics, though. PETE WENTZ LOOK WHAT YOU DO TO ME.