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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 8 months

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oh HANG ON before I go to bed I NEED all of you on main to understand that that letter Patrick wrote about the response to Soul Punk? Confessions of a Pariah?? literally was what led to Fall Out Boy coming out of hiatus. after like a couple years of (according to a lot of conflicting comments bc none of them can decide how they really want us to believe the hiatus went) barely talking and hardly being friends the way they used to be, Pete Wentz, mid "you don't even know my kid, that's effed up" crisis iirc, saw that and went oh no my best friend is sad. I want to lift him up. and the only way he likes to hang out is making music. so let's make music. and that's how we got to Pete, for all of his songs about racing toward an abyss, returned to us with two kids. Patrick and Joe returned married. no one wanted out anymore. because Patrick poured his heart into a passion project that people hated and Pete saw his best friend sad on the internet. something something the poets are just kids who didn't make it, something something it's as though I've received some big cosmic sign that says I should disappear. so I've kind of disappeared. BUT. BUT. no matter how obsessed you've been with your own vanishing, there will always be someone who wants you whole. I just want you all to know that when I'm posting about Soul Punk and Spotlight (Oh Nostalgia) played live in the Year Of Our Lord Two Thousand And Twenty Three, this is a lot of why it makes me crazy.

#they DID make it they ALL did #I feel so silly posting this on main but I've been sp posting on main all evening so like.... yeah #also I wrote this with hum hallelujah on loop so that's a whole other can of emotional worms.... sighhhh #sorry for being weird about band guys on main. it will probably happen again #Lu rambles #music #patrick stump #fob #sp

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earlgreytea68 · 10 months

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The thing with the hiatus is that people talk about it like the band took a ten year break or something. FOB announced their break at the end of 2009. 2010 and 2011 were the only two years they weren't together doing Fall Out Boy things. We know Pete contacted Patrick shortly after Confessions of a Pariah hit. Their first writing session in early 2012 didn't produce anything, but they were obliviously eager to try again. They started recording SRAR fall of 2012. So even though it was three years for us it was like two and a half for them at most. Which honestly isn't that long of time.

There are lots of bands and artists who have taken longer breaks than that.

It's totally true. This is why Patrick always says he's bewildered by all the emphasis on the hiatus. But Pete is also right that if they (he) hadn't been so dramatic about the whole thing, probably no one would really notice or make a big deal about it.

Also, part of me wonders if they were out of contract at that point and feeling pressure to re-sign? Or was it always a six-album deal? I could probably look that up lol. It feels like it was probably three albums and then they re-signed for another three, but Idk why I feel that way tbh, I might be making that up. But if they were getting asked about re-signing, maybe that makes the whole hiatus announcement make more sense? Idk.

I think it also didn't help that it came after Folie, which was a dramatic period for the band.

And, honestly, Patrick's blog post also kind of cements the era as just being generally dramatic and emotional for the band, instead of just a breather.

#fall out boy #fob #bandom

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imnotbroken-hearted · 3 years

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Therapists Pumping Through Our Speakers: You Had A Little Bit Of Bad Luck, The Lights Shining On You From That Moment Onwards (i couldve just write five words but i dont think that's enough)

re: nervousbreakdance 's 'We Liked You Better Fat: Confessions Of a Pariah'

It's ridiculous how people are just waiting for our fall. yeah? lmao. As an outcast (kinda) myself, in this little circle of society that I live in, it has always been a trouble to fit in. They will always give you side eyes, judging silently. Why did they dressed up like that, who is their parents, they didn't teach their kids? Even with trivial things.

This is where something that YOU didn't realize; YOU saved lives, provided comfort. Through words that are sung accompanied with rhythms.

You might see it, might not. Things can get worse, they do. I believe things can get worse. But, when you're clouded with these kinds of things (I don't even know how to explain) . you're not really seeing how far you've gone.

As much as these so-called 'fans' back then, claiming they love you yet throwing you under the bus, there's always few back there, back of the room, smiling to you because they know it is better for you that way and they're proud of you, proud of your achievements.

I am talking about this in general.. its. really subjective. people might like it. might not. But, the important thing is, you did it. you achieve want you wanted. you know what is better for you and you went for it.

10 years of Soul Punk and i wish i could ramble all day long how this little project you made back then had given me hope and safety when i needed it the most but im no good at words (no really, im relying on mental dictionary). The messages you were sending through tracks were really strong. strong enough to get me going with hope and promise that it'll get better. it does. it does get better eventually.

Not to be such a cliche, but somehow, i find comfort through Soul Punk (lets put it that way. its late and i don't use lights).

(Once again i could ramble all day about that one 11 tracks album released in 2011 but we dont have time here.)

To put it easily, track 10, 'Coast (Its Gonna Get Better)',

"I keep making mistakes but it takes some time to get anything right. right?"

a line. and that really speaks through. you might mess things up several times. But with more hard work and focus, you'll get it eventually.

Back to my point, (adhd mind melt here) you, Mr Patrick Vaughn Stump, had given so much positive vibes through the years youve been a musician. and singer. and lyricist. (wiki help me). I am thankful you're still here with us, creating what you love, doing what you love. because by the end of the day, you are what you love not who loves you. (srar moment) i am proud of you, your past self, and your future self. you've gone through a lot, and you made it. and from that i wish i could take notes from your journey.

and, Soul Punk. you outdid yourself back then, she was way too early for the time. Thank you for composing her from scratch to a complete album with a deluxe edition (mind you). Long live my beloved. (oh and Truant Wave EP too, hehe love u)

Things get bitter but it'll get better eventually. Thank you for still believing the world.

#soul punk #patrick stump #nervousbreakdance #SOUL PUNK TURNS 10 HOLY SMOKES #i'd still promise you anything for another shot at your solo vaughn stump

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thanksariel · 6 years

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We Liked You Better Fat: Confessions Of a Pariah

February 28th, 2012 at 9:54 PM

(I couldn’t find it anywhere. Patrick deleted it and it was posted to AP but they also deleted it. Luckily I had it somewhere. Ariel: 1 internet: 0)

There’s this really nice piece at underthegunreview.net by Jacob Tender that a friend forwarded me today. It’s about how important Fall Out Boy’s album “From Under the Cork Tree,” was to him. After reading it though, nostalgic and well-written as it was, I really found myself more depressed than anything. It’s a complicated feeling, one that I’ve been incapable of explaining to anyone and have them fully understand. In spite of this though, I suppose I will give it the old-I-didn’t-go-to-college-try:

Tender had one line that really hit home for me. I related to it in terms of my feelings towards other artists, but I also winced at the profound implications it touched on in my own professional life:

“I didn’t like those pretentious assholes who didn’t like anything after Take This To Your Grave. I now recognize that I’m one of those assholes, but I still fume when some of my favorite records are so easily discredited by ignorant semi-listeners.”

The reality is that for a certain number of people, all I’ve ever done, all I ever will do, and all I ever had the capacity to do worth a damn was a record I began recording when I was 18 years old. That I can live with. That’s fine and fair; I have those records in my collection that seem to stand out far above the rest of my favorite artists catalogues (and especially for artists in whom I only have a passing interest). I suppose there’s nothing wrong in thinking I’m at a point in my life where it seems I’ll never catch up: If anyone’s going to appreciate the work I’m making, it won’t be until long after I’m done doing it. Again, this is fine: I’m insanely lucky to even imagine anyone ever appreciating anything I ever do, let alone in real time. Countless artists far better than I have only achieved posthumous acclaim. If I am to be obscure and financially unsuccessful, there’s nothing disheartening in that. The thing that’s more disheartening is the constant stream of insults I’m enduring in my financially unsuccessful obscurity.

Fall Out Boy’s last album Folie A Deux was our most critically panned and audiences openly hated it (it was also our poorest selling major label album even if one adjusts for the changing music economy). Now, that’s not to say it didn’t have its fans, but at no other point in my professional career was I nearly booed off stages for playing new songs. Touring on Folie was like being the last act at the Vaudville show: We were rotten vegetable targets in Clandestine hoodies.

That experience really took the wind out of the band’s sails; It stopped being fun. I suppose I’m just not that thick skinned. So perhaps it was even more ill-advised when I went out and did something I’d always wanted to do; make my album and have it released by Island Records [my solo record Soul Punk]. I coincidentally happened to achieve another goal which was to lose the weight I’d been carrying around since a month-long drinking binge after a bad breakup. Those accomplishments were happy things. Living in the moments of achieving them were perhaps among the happiest in my life.

So when I went out into the world to show off the self I felt like I was happiest and most comfortable being, I suppose I knew there would be the “Haters” [I loathe the clumsy/insufficient word but it seems the most universal]; The elitists that would always prove impossible to please. I had always been prepared for “Haters,” because there’s never been a moment since I graduated high school where I haven’t been the guy in “That Emo band.” First said emo band was dismissed as third rate pop-punk played by hardcore kids…a pale imitation of Saves the Day. Then we were swept up in the emo backlash [I really didn’t know we were an emo band…that’s not what the word meant a decade ago]. To this day my favorite writer at cracked.com will occasionally take swipes at my band as one of the worst things to come out of the 2000’s. We were a (albeit funny) running joke on an episode of Children’s Hospital.

Those examples of “Haters,” were people who never liked me (or at least never liked my music) and, by all rights, never really should. Such is the way of things. Different strokes for different folks as it were. What I wasn’t prepared for was the fervor of the hate from people who were ostensibly my own supporters (or at least supporters of something I had been part of). The barrage of “We liked you better fat,” the threatening letters to my home, the kids that paid for tickets to my solo shows to tell me how much I sucked without Fall Out Boy, that wasn’t psomething I suppose I was or ever will be ready for. That’s dedication. That’s real palpable anger. Add into that the economic risk I had taken [In short: I blew my nest egg on that record and touring in support of it] the hate really crushed me. The standard response to any complaints I could possibly have about my position in life seems to be “You poor sad multi-millionaire. I feel so sorry for you.”

Quite right, I still have access to enough money to live on in order to avoid bankruptcy for at least a few years as long as I stick to my budget, but money really isn’t everything and it never was. Perhaps those are the words of a privileged man who doesn’t really know what poverty really feels like. Again, that would be a fair rebuttal; I wasn’t raised rich, but lower middle class upbringing in early 90’s Midwest US of A is still a far way from the bread line. Still, there’s no amount of money in the world that makes one feel content with having no self respect. There’s no amount of money that makes you feel better when people think of you as a joke or a hack or a failure or ugly or stupid or morally empty.

This of course isn’t Tender’s fault. He never said anything negative and indeed only said great/supportive things. I guess I’m just angry because he illuminates why I’m a 27 has-been. I’m a touring artist and I feel I’ve become incapable of touring anymore with any act…whether I were to go out as a solo artist or do some Fall Out Boy “Reunion” [nope: Still never broke up] or start a new band…there will still be 10-20 percent of the audience there to tell me how shitty whatever it is I’m doing is and how much better the thing I used to do was. Not only that, but that 10-20 percent combined with whatever notoriety Fall Out Boy used to have prevents me from having the ability to start over from the bottom again. I can’t even go back to playing basement shows. As the saying goes: I couldn’t get booked at the opening of a letter.

It’s as though I’ve received some big cosmic sign that says I should disappear. So I’ve kind of disappeared. I know a lot of you have wondered where I’ve been. I’m sure others of you are disappointed to hear I’m still kicking around somewhere (kidding…sort of). But the truth is wherever and whoever I am, whoever I am whenever I release whatever release is my next, whoever said recording is recorded with: I will never be the kid from Take This To Your Grave again. And I’m deeply sorry that I can’t be, I truly am (no irony, no sarcasm). I hate waking up every morning knowing I’m disappointing so many people. I hate feeling like the awkward adult husk of a discarded once-cute child actor. I’m debating going back to school and learning a proper trade. It’s tempting to say I won’t ever play/tour/record again, but I think that’s probably just pent up poor-me emotional pessimism talking (I suppose can be excused of that though right? I am the guy from That Emo Band after all).

I’ve managed to cobble together some work…I’ve been moonlighting as a professional songwriter/producer for hire and I’ve even been doing a bit of acting here and there. I have no interest (and evidently that sentiment is reciprocated) in performing music publicly any time soon but as I’ve said I’m sure that will happen when it happens. I have been debating releasing the unfinished follow-up to Soul Punk. We’ll see what happens there. Still no word on Fall Out Boy…I know Joe’s working on his new record and Pete’s mixtape just came out so I don’t expect anything on that front in the near future. I, as always, would be super psyched to do the band again though. I’ve been watching a lot of Downton Abbey and I’ve finally caught up on the Office. Friends have been turning me on to all the records I’ve been too busy to listen to over the past couple years.

I do suggest reading Tender’s column if it sounds interesting to you; He’s a great writer and it’s a fun/relatable little story regardless of who the band is within it (film adaptations of Nick Hornby novels should be proof of that).

#we liked you better fat #confessions of a pariah #patrick stump #fall out boy #fob #soul punk #truant wave #hiatus

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