Live Music and Hearing Loss Go Hand in Hand

Last night, the Captain and I attended a concert at The Hub in Fargo for The Used and Taking Back Sunday, with FRNKIERO ANDTHE CELLABRATION as the opening act.



“FrnkIero andthe Cellabration” is the solo side project–now only project–of the former-rhythm guitarist and backup vocalist of My Chemical Romance, Frank Iero.


Frank broke out with his solo project Leathermouth (LeATHERMØUTH) about 7 years ago, but didn’t release XO until 2009. Apparently he’s got another side project, but I don’t know anything about it, and then this Cellabration business is brand new, with an album that just released in August of this year.


100_0035Frankly–and yes, I did do that on purpose–they’re not that great. I mean, they aren’t terrible. They’re certainly better than Leathermouth was, although that didn’t take a whole lot. To be honest, I really feel like Frank was better off as a backup vocalist. Don’t get me wrong; I initially really wanted to like his stuff because of who he was, but I couldn’t get behind it.

They perform well enough, I suppose, but when between songs they stopped to talk to the audience, it made me giggle because he’s still just as awkward as he always seemed on camera. Standing up on the second level–which is a series of 3 or 4 bars and therefore requires one to be of age–the BF and I stood at the railing and were sarcastic assholes the entire set, just quietly, and with each other. I really did enjoy watching them, though. It was cool to actually get to see him perform, considering that I’ve wanted for years to see MCR in concert and now never will. Damnit anyway. I don’t think that I’ll be making a repeat appearance, though.

100_0047-1The Used took the stage shortly thereafter, and as this is who I went to see, this is who I have the most pictures of. I also think Bert McCracken is a fucking boss, but whatever. hahaha.

100_0056-1Also, fun fact, Bert has lost a shit ton of weight since I last saw a picture of him, and he looks fantastic.

I’ve been listening to The Used since like, 2005ish, or whenever the fuck it was that I was in 7th grade. hahaha. It’s so hard to keep track of what years belong to which grades. Meh.

Seriously, though, look at him! He looks fantastic! I couldn’t get over it.

Despite the release of a new album, the band played a lot of old songs from previous albums, like In Love and Death and Maybe Memories, which were released in 2004 and 3 respectively. They played songs off the more recent albums, of course, but it just sort of surprised me how many older songs I got to hear. It was pretty awesome, actually.

I took the videos with the camera my parents bought me for my birthday a couple years back, and I’d never used it to take video before so I had no idea how this was going to turn out. It’s kind of surprising how prominent the vocals are, though. I wasn’t expecting that, I guess.

Here. Have another!

^^One of my favorite songs of theirs, just for the record.

100_0102-1Taking Back Sunday headlined last night, which was cool. I haven’t listened to TBS in years, but I found out last night that I still love the shit out of them.


Also, weird fun fact: the vocalist looks a lot like an ex-roommate… Wasn’t sure how to feel about that, hahaha.

All I know for sure is that they played “Cute Without the E (Cut From the Team)” and “Liar (Takes One to Know One)” from their old stuff and a brand new song called “Better Homes & Gardens”–unless that was supposed to be the name of an album… I dunno. I told you I haven’t listened to them in years. But they were really great! It was a good time. =)

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And in the blink of an eye–
or perhaps several–
rather in the pregnant pause during which long day becomes longer night;
rather through the oceans of tears, the choruses of broken sobs;
rather between a long series of desolate, restless naps,
and the collective hours on hours of drowning in half-consciousness–
four years have gone by.
In the exchange of a half-hearted smile,
the offer of a hollow laugh,
a joke only laughed at in politeness,
a lifetime slipped through my fingers.
Like sand, like dirt, like water,
time slips away, compresses between my palms, sustains my existence
scratches the skin, stains the fingernails, drowns me daily.
The passing of a single instant
is the passing of 4 years.

No passage of time will ever be enough to leave my brother behind.

Rest in peace, brother mine.

4 Years