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love is stored in the fall out boy
sorry for moaning out loud when i saw a photo of patrick stump. as if its my fault.
the thing is that i can still remember the way it felt.
end of november, 2022, suddenly every feed lights up. they're doing something. people are posting images of the chicago tribune, a full page ad that has this bicolored logo, a face both happy and sad, black and white, and it simply says: FOB8.
"is this real?" quite a few people were skeptical after the years-long pause between mania and now. "i'm not convinced."
"it's a full-page ad in a single chicago newspaper out of nowhere, right after joe got finished doing a whole book tour where he insisted they had no new music to speak of," i answered. "of fucking course it's real. it has fall out boy all over it."
i remember so vividly the sense of wonder that arrived on christmas morning of that same year, when i woke up at the exact right moment to learn that fall out boy did something again. an eerie, playful, earnest, weird claymation video with a haunting soundtrack, featuring a little black and brown dog. it was mystifying and bizarre and striking - a sprinkling of stardust on the dog's muzzle that prompted it to sneeze - and the adrenaline rush i got from the snippet of heart-pounding drums and guitar was the best gift i'd received all year.
so much (for) stardust. i've said it before and i'll say it again - it's a damn near perfect title. it's a play on words, it has multiple meanings nested into one another. given enough time, we all fall apart like so much dust, like so much stardust because that's where we came from. we are made of and from stardust. for stardust. so much for stardust. so much for the cosmic clay that shaped us. so much for this life, so much for the very foundational fucking firmament from which we we all sprang, so much for this whole strange weird existence. it's exhaustion and anger and spite and frustration and, at the same time - it's wonder. it's love. it's a doberman frozen in an instant of elated play, snapping at bubbles. it's a dog breed conventionally associated with danger captured in a moment of buoyant delight. it's an oil painting, surrounded by words shaped from sparkling clay.
it's love.
it's a record full to bursting with love. it's in the very first song they sent to us, sending us their love from the other side of the apocalypse. it's a record that says yes, the world is a mess and it feels insurmountable. maybe existence is meaningless. maybe it's all fucking pointless and we're all gonna die anyway. but like hell that means i'm not going to love life with all that i am. like hell i am going to let that stifle me. if nothing matters, then love is what matters.
and they committed to it, too. if there's one thing we can take away from so much for (tour)dust, it's that fall out boy loves us the way we love them. they'd have to, right? they could have called it quits years ago. hell, they could've packed it up after the hiatus and just never come back. they'd have to really love doing this to want to keep at it, years later, and look at that. they have.
fall out boy, at the end of the day, is propelled by love. they have to really love what they do to keep doing it. they have to love each other, love the music, love the fans, to keep doing what they do. this is something they've repeatedly asserted over the course of this tour and record cycle: the sheer, shared joy, the positive feedback loop of creative energy that comes from sharing something you made with the world and seeing the world respond in turn.
the world is a wreck and it feels, at times, like nothing you do matters or changes anything. so much (for) stardust is the antithesis to that kind of existential apathy. look, it says. look at what your love has changed. because as desolate and nightmarish and inescapable as the pitfalls of this strange, oftentimes terrifying existence can be - we have laughter, we have good friends, we have good music, and we have the ability to not let our own ennui defeat us. there are things in this world worth living for. there are things in this world worth loving. you have to love one another. you have to laugh and do whatever silly, inane thing makes you feel alive. you have to hug your friends and sing with them, cry with them, and savor every drop of this life that we get. prioritize love. be seriously unserious.
a week before this record came out, i spent some 6-7 hours in a car driving to a record store to hear it with a bunch of people, many of them strangers. i heard so much (for) stardust in its entirety in a record store with one of my favorite people, surrounded by awed chatter as we all drank it in. we didn't catch all the words, but the ones we heard sank into us and took root. i almost couldn't bear to wait for to hear the record properly.
a year later, it's sunk into the recesses of my soul. i'm not sure it'll ever come unstuck there. i don't think i want it to.
thanks for the stardust, fall out boy.
we love you back.
headphones aren't enough. i need the song to stab me in the chest
don't care what year it is. blood in a porcelain sink is always in
Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) 💸
riff with patrick (madison square garden, 3/22/2024)
man I mean just. the SMFS album lettering is made of clay. the cover art is an actual physical painting. there's a lot less fx on the album as a whole than Mania (which is NOT a knock on my bbg Mania btw, just pointing out the different approach) or even SRAR and ABAP. the songs sound basically the same live as they do on the record because the production is so minimal. they have a huge vinyl dog head onstage with them, that they touch and interact with and talk to (and, in Pete's case, get eaten by). the attic scene is made by lowering a piece of rigging to literally make the stage smaller. there's actually a LOT of sets especially comparatively to their previous tours, the rigging around the stage is done up almost as a physical frame for it. they only have one screen onstage and it's small, its purpose is to be the 8-ball and to add a little bit of texture to the wider design. the backdrops, even the new desert scene for 2ourdust, are physical backdrops — one of which was made by one of Pete's kids — not LED or projections. the album title is made of clay. it's about existing in the world, making things so you feel alive, making the world a little more fuckin weird! do you get it yet?
why cant gay people ever just say how theyre feeling why do they gotta thinly veil their emotions by making a devastating music video of them killing their best friend slash soulmate with lyrics that make you feel like youve personally been insulted by gordon ramsey
25 Day Fall Out Boy Challenge - 08: favourite song from ‘save rock and roll’ ↳ Miss Missing You (1, 2, 3, 4, x)
On November 19, 2007, Fall Out Boy played a secret show in Buffalo, New York under the name Schrute Farms (a reference to The Office). They celebrated Keith Buckley’s birthday on stage in the form of a cake to his face and a cover of Pantera’s “Walk” with Keith doing vocals (full version, snippet). They also played “The Pros and Cons of Breathing” for the first and only time live (see above). This video is (imo) the best quality of visual and sound, but there are others here (best sound, good shot of carpet), here (long shot), and here (1:30 snippet).
WARNING: If you have a particular interest in everything going on between Patrick’s knees and waist, the above video may cause…issues.
FOB Fireside Bowl
I’m asking for help again, it is fob lost media related. I’ve been trying to find fob footage from when they played fireside bowl in 2002. they played three shows in 2002, March 5th, April 24th and July 3rd of 2002.
We only have a clip from The Story and photos from here, I did reach out to the promoter who had them on the lineup in 2002 and he doesn’t know anyone who would have the footage.
Here’s the clip i’m talking about:
I also have end credits of people who did video/photo, but most of the names are either their first name or a nickname.
If you know anything, DM me (i’ll even give u my discord if needed) or email me at
foblostmedia@gmail.com
wish i could go missing for a little bit and no one would freak out and then i could come back and they'd be like "did you have fun going missing" and i'd be like "yeah, thanks" and then i could do that every couple of months or so and it wouldn't be a big deal
Corrected billboard spotted in Houston, Texas
a very brief riff with patrick today (3/7/24) due to lateness. take it over, baby!
THERE’S A NEW OLD INTERVIEW?
This popped up on my recommended and it was posted A DAY AGO
According to the description, this was warped tour 2005
Pictured left is our blessed snail as it was backstage in Portland, Oregon on the 28th of February. Right is our? blessed snail as it was backstage in Anaheim, California on the 4th of March.
And here's how they looked onstage. In Portland (left) Sacramento (center) and Anaheim (right).
SNAUL IS DEAD AND THEY REPLACED HIM WITH A CALIFORNIAN SNAIL NAMED WILLIAM CAMPSHELL (no relation to Beckett as far as we know. Do not discount the possibility that he's the bus driver snail pupeteer)
frankly disgusted by them supporting that zionist right now and so many people celebrating it is really gross
what is he talking about girl we're at Chipotle
