guitars and drums and desperate poetry

This makes me super sad. Part of it is a selfish grief for fans who truly enjoy Patrick Stump's music, no matter the format, but the majority of it is for him.

I want to give him a big hug and tell him to ignore haters. But I'm not the one who has to deal with them, so it's easy for me to say that. I just don't understand why people go out of their way to be negative. Isn't there enough shit in life? Why generate more?

It's sort of ironic, b/c I was at a show earlier tonight (I actually bailed on the moshpit mid-way through the final set because I needed a drink, and I read the tumblr post while standing at the back of the House of Blues), and at one point the drummer for Frank Turner's band, the Sleeping Souls, was tuning a guitar and playing drums and singing back-up, and I was like, "Oooh, multi-talented!" and it made me think of Patrick doing his drum solos and singing, and I wanted to come home after the Dropkick Murphys' set and watch a bunch of YouTube videos of Frank Turner and PStump and Dropkick, and flail happily about music.

Well, I got one part of my wish: flailing, minus the happiness. :/

(FYI: FRANK TURNER. HOLY HELL, THAT VERSION OF LONG LIVE THE QUEEN. ♥__♥)