Being an emo kid wasn't easy. Constantly made fun of, ostracized and branded as "cultish" or "goth", we towed the line that generation X left behind. Hot off the heels of a new wave punk explosion, emo kids ruled the scene.
Honestly, they're still one of my favorite bands, and I don't consider them emo, but they were Gods to us. I can't imagine living out middle and high school without this band.
We didn't know what they meant and we didn't care. All we knew was that they looked hella cool with our band T's.
If you went to a concert your shirt was your medal. If you didn't buy a shirt, you didn't go. It's like "Insta, or it didn't happen" but for cooler people.
My hair is fried to all hell because of some of my early mistakes. I dyed my hair green for God's sake. Enjoy this photo of 16 year old me with William Beckett and Adam Siska of The Academy Is...yeah. My hair was messed up.
OKAY I NEED THE US, UK AND JAPANESE versions because there's different bonus tracks.
It's not a good pair of skinny jeans without the worn out knees and holes everywhere. It's tough being an emo kid.
Hey! I still do sometimes. Nothing was better than showing up to school with your fierce raccoon eyes.
Seriously, Gerard Way could be in there. I can't miss it!
Because there's nothing better than a bunch of angry, spiteful, pissed-off teenagers.
I wasn't this brand of emo, but I knew of it. Kind of the pastel goth style of
If you didn't have a couple pairs of these, you weren't shit.
I wasn't technically an "emo" kid, more of a punk kid, but I still had to defend my favorite bands. God forbid someone try to shit on Fall Out Boy, Green Day or MCR. I was out swinging.
Asking for a new band T shirt for Christmas every year was pretty annoying to everyone, so you just had to start buying things yourself.
Whether it's at the Merch tent at warped or their table at the House of Blues, you tracked them down and got that memory. Here's a picture of me with Gabe Saporta from Cobra Starship. I was 14. Thanks, bye.
Here's me as a 15 year old. We were front row for the Believers Never Die Part II tour, the last FOB tour before the hiatus. Thank God they're back.
The bands we listened to inspired us to make music ourselves. Whether we were good or not didn't matter, just the idea of being similar to our heroes was enough.