Since emo has become something of a running topic on this blog, I note that today the emos have struck back at the Daily Mail, staging a protest outside their offices to register their objection to the Daily Heil’s utterly ridiculous “killer cult of emo” hysteria.
I’d like to take this opportunity to applaud the kids who did this. Well done for standing up for yourselves, and being willing to take the Mail to task over their scaremongering.
Now go and listen to some Nine Inch Nails, some Black Sabbath and some Generation Terrorists/Holy Bible-era Manic Street Preachers, you bunch of limp-wristed, middle class pantywaists.
Wait a minute. “I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel”? “I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view”? “I wanna die, die in the summertime”? I’m really not convinced that’s an improvement!
I mean, if it says something to them about their lives, to misquote the Smiths. Fair enough. That’s what I was listening to as a depressed seventeen-year-old, and you know what? Deep And Meaningful as it seemed right then, I’m pretty sure I was as insufferable as emo seventeen-year-olds now.
It’s not classic, mate. It’s just old enough for you to remember.
How about this:
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and theyre all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens evry day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facin up when your whole world is black
One of my favourite rock songs…
In all fairness, if My Chemical Romance had been around when I was 18 I’m sure I’d have loved them.
But then when I was 18 I thought Shed Seven were good, so I’m not just I want to trust the judgement of 18 year old me.
Emo is barely even popular anymore, so, as a trend, they’re behind the times. Other than that, it’s just another uniform for kiddies to wear and a group for them to feel ‘part’ of. Live and let live, although them kicking up a fuss is adorably annoying. If they’re trying to convince the world they’re actually quite cheery sorts, they might want to rethink their choice of lyrical entertainment, though.