So, y’all, this is how my day went today:
7:15 AM: While going about my normal morning business of GChatting with a friend and scrolling through Tumblr, I clicked on something purporting to be the “New FOB single!!” -- rumors have been swirling for a while now, but more intensely in the last week or so; evidence had surfaced of their appearance on the Jimmy Fallon show later this month; and my pre-caffeine judgement is often poor -- and was Taylor Swift-rolled.
Well, I suppose I deserved that, I typed into the GChat window, as the strains of We Are Never, Ever Getting Back Together emanated from my computer. (Yes, I left it on. That one and I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In have grown on me, and not like a fungus, either.)
My friend commiserated with my rueful amusement, and the conversation moved on.
8:15 AM: Hum Hallelujah floats up on shuffle as I’m walking to the train. I spend a few minutes pondering pop music; Pete Wentz’s pirate smile and tendency to throw himself off the stage and into the pit; the shimmery golden quality of light in Harlem in the morning; whether it is really so terrible that I enjoy popular pop music that makes me feel things (conclusion: no); the frequently frustrating and often agonizing condition of being a fan of a band that is on “hiatus” or “is working on a new record” and how those things often go together and sometimes lead to one another; and the various bands for whom I have waited, including Guns N’ Roses (well, really Axl Rose)(15 years), Mötley Crüe (8 years), Bon Jovi (2 years and 3 years, for separate hiatuses) My Chemical Romance (2 years) and Panic! at the Disco (18 months), and Ryan Ross (2 years and counting); and how the internet and Internet Time have probably warped my sense of what constitutes a long time to wait.
9:15 AM: I check in with the intertubes and discover that somewhere in the time I left the house and got to work, Fall Out Boy came off hiatus.
That there is a song, a video, a record, a bunch of shows in tiny clubs planned the next month -- for tomorrow, in New York -- and a bigger tour scheduled for May.
I wasn’t able to get a ticket for the show tomorrow, but I’m not the tiniest bit upset. Why? Because five years ago when I fell (back) into being a rock fan, I also fell into a community of fans -- some local, some far away, all connected via the internet -- and in the last five years, we have mourned a lot of bands. Today we got one back, and that shared joy is just the best feeling.
Also, the song they released is the best thing I’ve heard for a while. Hand claps, thudding, roaring drums, aggressive guitars, sly and lacerating lyrics, and Patrick Stump soaring upwards over the tumult. It doesn’t get better than that, ladies and gentlemen.