And let me make this clear, Myspace - the harbinger of social media domination - was most certainly conducted on PC, not a Mac or a tablet. Whether it was an enormous desktop monitor, fuelled by the irascible beast Windows 2000 or, in my lucky case, my dad's 1995 IBM netbook, you certainly weren't uploading your selfies to Photobucket then copy and pasting the HTML code into the CSS of your Myspace profile via a tutorial hosted on Angelfire using a MacBook.
Even though my dad got super pissed when a phished Brand New fan-page totalled his computer with a Trojan Horse, and my mum asked me if I was gay, I overcame these emotional speed-bumps by wallowing in the jams that could be found on one particular page - a profile that would come to represent everything that Myspace was capable of; the angst, the fringes, the empty threats of suicide, the pansexual celibacy, the scene wet dreams, and the precursive EDM breakdowns which currently define this generation - Panic! At The Disco's.
They were the emo answer to Billy Corgan's butthurt 'Tonight Tonight' Steampunk phase, incredibly attractive, and all of their songs were about trials with the opposite sex - even though they could probably get a ham-fisted handy from any 17 year-old (boy or girl) had they walked two paces from the door of their tour bus back in '05.
I was reminded of them today when this cover popped up on my feed:
That's right, Westboro Baptist Church, the radical christian trolls and persistent media whores who picket funerals, has made a cover of the Myspace smash I Write Sins Not Tragedies, presumably to give an emo slant to their vitriolic hatred of homosexuals. Also, they claim they are going to picket an upcoming Panic! concert, for some reason.
In response, the band tweeted this:
<3 OMG PANIC! I LOVE YOU. MARRY ME BRENDON. PLEASE SIGN MY ENHANCED LIMITED EDITION DOUBLE DISC A FEVER YOU CAN'T SWEAT OUT CD <3