i hope it hurts a little less. day by day. week by week. i hope the ache in your chest eases. maybe it won’t entirely, maybe it will. may the thought of feeling joy again alone be enough to keep you going, even if for a while.
i hope it hurts a little less. day by day. week by week. i hope the ache in your chest eases. maybe it won’t entirely, maybe it will. may the thought of feeling joy again alone be enough to keep you going, even if for a while.
“Solitude is dangerous. It’s very addictive. It becomes a habit after you realize how peaceful and calm it is. It’s like you don’t want to deal with people anymore because they drain your energy.”— Jim Carrey
I Got Trashed on Whisky With Brendon Urie From Panic! At the Disco
This way for a drunken conversation about his childhood crushes, turning 30, and how he accidentally became a 12-year-old Mormon weed dealer.
Who is the most expressive person you can think of? Jim Carrey? Edvard Munch? Every single person who has been forced to down a pint of liquified fish guts on I’m A Celebrity? No. Wrong. The answer is Brendon Urie. Brendon Urie of Panic! At the Disco is the most expressive person in the world. And I don’t just mean in the sense that he is the lead vocalist in a band that somehow managed to introduce the word “baroque” into popular music lexicon in 2005 and released a video in which he transforms into a mythical beast before our very eyes. No. I mean when Urie meets someone for the first time his eyes light up like Blackpool at Christmas.
Urie has been in the music industry for over a decade, the last remaining original member in a band who have consistently taken something inherently theatrical and turned it into something sincere, accessible, and fucking cool. He is one of the most versatile and enduring artists to emerge from a period in which people genuinely wore a tie and a t-shirt approximately two sizes too small. He delivers personal anecdotes like he’s auditioning for a film about his own life, expressing joy in such overt ways that, if it wasn’t a completely dehumanising concept, I would start a petition suggesting that everyone feeling weathered and weary of life should be prescribed fifteen minutes with him.
I should say that it is entirely possible – given that we arranged to go whisky tasting at 3pm in a Soho bar only accessible by a literal secret bookcase – that I got drunk on a lethal cocktail of bourbon and excitement and therefore my reading is slightly exaggerated. It’s difficult to say. Whatever the case, I had a nice time. Thanks Brendon!
Complete interview and photos HERE
ibuprofen is a type of angel that can live inside a bottle in your house
What kind of place did you grow up in?
Well, I moved around a lot, so, uh, it was a bunch of condos.
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