The typically snide, cynical, anti-pop, too-cool-for-school Pitchfork found themselves at Emo's on St. Patrick's Day in the middle of the 1300-band fiesta of SXSW surrounded by up-n-coming artists and international phenoms and experimental hipsters and cozied up to listen to My Chemical Romance and... loved it.
Yes, I saw My Chemical Romance at SXSW. No, I'm not going to apologize. It was fucking awesome.
The pop-punk superstars played a short set at the Shirts for a Cure
breast cancer benefit on Friday evening at Emo's (yes, yes, emo at
Emo's, very funny, haha). Shockingly, the place wasn't even at
capacity; I guess everybody at SXSW is too cool for this band. But not
the adorable teenagers in eyeliner and Hellogoodbye t-shirts moshing
around me as MCR ripped through "I'm Not OK", "Helena", and a bunch of
other songs I don't know the names of because I'm a total poseur.
Watching those little girls running up on stage to give Gerard Way a
kiss, and then diving back into the maelstrom, I almost wished I was
still that young and that in love with the idea of rock stardom. Almost.
Gotta say i'm shocked. Pitchfork can be prudes when it comes to doling out props, but they're rarely wrong and at least this time they were honest. It was a great show and the teens were pretty damn adorable.