This is a preview of a post that you can view in full by contributing to my Patreon. I’d really appreciate it if you’d consider it. It’s been a big past few weeks for the ego death of millennial alt nostalgia. I could talk about the logistical nonsense of the When We Were Young fest— it proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that thirty-something My Chemical Romance fans are now, in the eyes of cynical show promoters, fundamentally indistinguishable from sixty-something Rolling Stones devotees. But I’d much rather talk about the announcement from earlier this month that actually dealt me some less-predictable psychic damage: the messy, depressing dissolution of Every Time I Die.
every time i died
every time i died
every time i died
This is a preview of a post that you can view in full by contributing to my Patreon. I’d really appreciate it if you’d consider it. It’s been a big past few weeks for the ego death of millennial alt nostalgia. I could talk about the logistical nonsense of the When We Were Young fest— it proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that thirty-something My Chemical Romance fans are now, in the eyes of cynical show promoters, fundamentally indistinguishable from sixty-something Rolling Stones devotees. But I’d much rather talk about the announcement from earlier this month that actually dealt me some less-predictable psychic damage: the messy, depressing dissolution of Every Time I Die.