Last Saturday, I noticed Janis Joplin mentions Detroit on Cry, Baby. I’ve had an abnormal fascination for the Motor City ever since I was a kid, to my USian friends utter dismay. I suppose they are far too desensitised from Detroit’s marvellous architecture, an unique blend of neo-Gothic and Flemish styles, to see through the myriad of challenges the town faces nowadays.
As of today, I’ve finished watching the Gilmore Girls. It hurt me more than anticipated. That last scene from Lorelai and Rory peacefully chatting, drinking what would be their final cup of joe together at Luke’s diner, early in the morning, as seen from the building’s window frame? It severed my cold-hearted cover, leaving me weeping and moaning with feelings. Can you believe it?
Since I spent the weekend revisiting some of the 2000s culture, and with the recent release of The Umbrella Academy fourth and final season, I started Monday eager for some My Chemical Romance. More specifically, for their glorious farewell, Danger Days. Its singer, Gerard Way, wrote the comics whose Netflix series is based upon.
