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Spencer Smith is growing on me like crazy these days. I have to say that for a while there, I was all, "Oh, whatever, Spencer Smith, you are not even that attractive! You and your round face!" But then one day I realized that Spencer is a fantastic bitchy dyke and I love him SO MUCH. Also, Ryan Ross, how are you this continually ridiculous? HEARTS.
In other news, Rolling Stone apparently had this to say about Pete and Patrick:
Oh, Rolling Stone, what are you thinking! Portmanteau pairing names are, like, so five years ago.
And this is kind of interesting, although I definitely don't have the stamina to actually go track down dates and shit and figure out if it might be TRUE, and not just speculation: a December entry from Pete's blogspot, with most of the lyrics to One & Only[*] in scattered form. Possibly the precursor to those lyrics, is my point! Kind of a cool window into the Wentztump creative process, no? I picture Patrick getting all these jumbled bits of paper, poorly spelled, full of extraneous bullshit, and picking through looking for just the lines that have the right rhythm, the ones that sing to him. My tinniest of hats is for them.
[*] Footnote: for true hilarity, if any of you see me in person, you should ask me to pronounce the name "Timbaland." I am so irredeemably white, you have no idea.
Here's a song I love right now that is NOT doucherock! Wacky, I realize. Not Your Year by The Weepies, who are kind of indie-folk. It's so peaceful, and painful; I can't stop listening to it today. They write really genuinely beautiful lyrics, too. I should really upload the whole album for you guys, but, uhm, lazy. For now, here's a couple of their other songs:
Painting by Chagall
Gotta Have You
ETA: adfkjalskdfj;lasdfkj PETE. PETE. WHAT IS THIS.
oh my sweet lord.
Actually, the whole post is kind of incredibly joy-inducing, particularly this part:
Ohhhhhh, Pete Wentz. I was kind of annoyed by your flakiness recently, I admit, but I am helpless to resist this kind of apology. Especially combined with activism. Go make out in public with Ashlee Simpson every day, whatever, I don't even care. I love you and your stupid black eyelinered heart. ♥
In other news, Rolling Stone apparently had this to say about Pete and Patrick:
Together, they form a strange singer-writer unit, a hybrid character you would have to call Peterick or Wentztump or something.
Oh, Rolling Stone, what are you thinking! Portmanteau pairing names are, like, so five years ago.
And this is kind of interesting, although I definitely don't have the stamina to actually go track down dates and shit and figure out if it might be TRUE, and not just speculation: a December entry from Pete's blogspot, with most of the lyrics to One & Only[*] in scattered form. Possibly the precursor to those lyrics, is my point! Kind of a cool window into the Wentztump creative process, no? I picture Patrick getting all these jumbled bits of paper, poorly spelled, full of extraneous bullshit, and picking through looking for just the lines that have the right rhythm, the ones that sing to him. My tinniest of hats is for them.
[*] Footnote: for true hilarity, if any of you see me in person, you should ask me to pronounce the name "Timbaland." I am so irredeemably white, you have no idea.
Here's a song I love right now that is NOT doucherock! Wacky, I realize. Not Your Year by The Weepies, who are kind of indie-folk. It's so peaceful, and painful; I can't stop listening to it today. They write really genuinely beautiful lyrics, too. I should really upload the whole album for you guys, but, uhm, lazy. For now, here's a couple of their other songs:
Painting by Chagall
Gotta Have You
ETA: adfkjalskdfj;lasdfkj PETE. PETE. WHAT IS THIS.
we'll roast marshmallows and talk about what patricks sweat tastes like. maybe ill even give you some, as i bottle it and save it for future generations.
oh my sweet lord.
Actually, the whole post is kind of incredibly joy-inducing, particularly this part:
other than that, we have just been rehearsing and getting ready for the biggest fall out boy show ever. thank you very much for being patient with us. it means the world. i know it can be trying. but thank you from the bottom of our stupid black eyelinered hearts.
Ohhhhhh, Pete Wentz. I was kind of annoyed by your flakiness recently, I admit, but I am helpless to resist this kind of apology. Especially combined with activism. Go make out in public with Ashlee Simpson every day, whatever, I don't even care. I love you and your stupid black eyelinered heart. ♥
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I picture Patrick getting all these jumbled bits of paper, poorly spelled, full of extraneous bullshit, and picking through looking for just the lines that have the right rhythm, the ones that sing to him.
Yeah, if I ever find out that the process *doesn't* happen that way I will be sad. Boo.
:)
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See, I keep finding myself thinking that, and then I am kind of humiliated, because seriously, I used to be into some high-minded stuff! Really poetic and shit. And some of Pete's writing is sort of horrendously emo sometimes, honestly. But then he writes something like this:
I love you in the same way
There's a chapel in a hospital
One foot in your bedroom
And one foot out the door
and I kind of, well. That's good, right? I feel like that's empirically good! I may be blinded by my adoration of him, though. I'm like a proud parent, except, you know, in a much pervier way.
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And some of Pete's writing is sort of horrendously emo sometimes, honestly.
True. There is a still a 13 year old inside him writing horribly trite poetry but I somehow find that endearing. :)
I'm like a proud parent, except, you know, in a much pervier way.
Ahahahaha. Well put. Really, I have this urge to fix him which is ridiculous but whatever. I was the kid who brought all the strays home to "make them better". Old habits die hard, yes?
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And I would LOVE to toast marshmallows and talk about Patrick! Wheee!
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Seriously, SIGN ME UP.
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My new favourite quote EVER! I'd maybe try and use it as my LJ by-line except I think it would scare people into thinking that I'm into kids. Hee.
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As if anyone could. I want to know when this fic is written. Immediately, if not sooner! :P