One year later, how do we assess where we are? How do we determine our threat level? There are some that would say we could measure it by magazine articles and blog mentions. And there are others that would say we can determine it by sold out arena shows, by plaques on the wall. But maybe it’s something that lies beyond anything you can quantify. That there just isn’t an algorithm to determine how many hours in a year were spent in airports waiting for baggage, that can determine how much someone loves a song based on how many trains they took to get to the show. And that there is simply no unit of measurement for lost voices. What it meant for us to come back after all these years, but really, what it means for all you to come back too: lost voices, constant jet lag, or for these ringing ears. But I challenge you to say that it doesn’t show resolve, determination in the face of failure. Because art begins as what you create, but takes on a life of its own when it’s consumed. This record felt like a monster, but you gave that monster life… One year later, this is our love letter back to you. Thank you. ♫
my songs know what you did in the dark
Pete and Joe kidnapping Patrick [x]
"Reindeer Facts You Didn’t Know" with Fall Out Boy
wishing to be the friction in your jeans
One year later. This is our love letter back to you. Thank you.
Patrick and Pete’s YBC Commentary: Joe smoking at a gas station. (x)