a year in the mouth of a whale
i love(d) panic(!) at the disco like a crazy emo kid.
or -- that's not quite right. i loved them -- in their presently-past tense, for-now-at-least no-longer-complete state -- like a 15-year-old theater fag, like a freshman stoned hippie, like a desert neon refugee always searching for greater meaning in a land of mediocrity. and i still do.
they're still barely not babies, a band of boys who got very famous very fast, and who managed to defy most models for that fame that others (including us) tried to squeeze them into. they're tiny little musical geniuses who were the soundtrack to an amazing couple of years in which i met wonderful people and saw amazing shows.
and it will be fine, however it is it works out. they will go on and grow up. we will wear out old records or be delighted or surprised or disinterested in new songs. we will hear some old chorus of theirs somewhere we're not expecting it and remember this time so vividly it will feel as if we can reach out and touch brendon's ridiculous face and ryan's strange evolution and jon's amiable bare feet and spencer's steady anchor behind them all. we will have new fandoms and new bands with old friends who still smile for the same reasons at the same tiny reminders. this is how it always goes.
but i do have to say this: leave it to panic at the disco to break up in the gayest way possible. i would expect nothing less.
or -- that's not quite right. i loved them -- in their presently-past tense, for-now-at-least no-longer-complete state -- like a 15-year-old theater fag, like a freshman stoned hippie, like a desert neon refugee always searching for greater meaning in a land of mediocrity. and i still do.
they're still barely not babies, a band of boys who got very famous very fast, and who managed to defy most models for that fame that others (including us) tried to squeeze them into. they're tiny little musical geniuses who were the soundtrack to an amazing couple of years in which i met wonderful people and saw amazing shows.
and it will be fine, however it is it works out. they will go on and grow up. we will wear out old records or be delighted or surprised or disinterested in new songs. we will hear some old chorus of theirs somewhere we're not expecting it and remember this time so vividly it will feel as if we can reach out and touch brendon's ridiculous face and ryan's strange evolution and jon's amiable bare feet and spencer's steady anchor behind them all. we will have new fandoms and new bands with old friends who still smile for the same reasons at the same tiny reminders. this is how it always goes.
but i do have to say this: leave it to panic at the disco to break up in the gayest way possible. i would expect nothing less.