The first time I met Gerard Way, he stank. We were in New York in August 2004 and the city was being buffeted by a violent thunderstorm. My Chemical Romance had just been posing for a photo shoot and, quite honestly, they looked like they might have been anyone. It was the eve of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge’s UK release and, at that precise moment, they were just another band, slightly shabby, slightly tired and slightly bored.
And then the rain came down. Soaked, the band and I ran for a cab. I ended up next to Gerard, and soon regretted it. Slowly but surely, as the heat of the cab took hold, Gerard’s wet jacket began to steam. The most virulent smell of cigarettes, sweat, stale booze and God knows what else spread around the car. He looked apologetic, then said:
“You know it’s bad when you disgust even yourself.
And then the rain came down. Soaked, the band and I ran for a cab. I ended up next to Gerard, and soon regretted it. Slowly but surely, as the heat of the cab took hold, Gerard’s wet jacket began to steam. The most virulent smell of cigarettes, sweat, stale booze and God knows what else spread around the car. He looked apologetic, then said:
“You know it’s bad when you disgust even yourself.
Tom Bryant for Kerrang! Magazine (via deityofthewoods)
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