Gerard Way (EmO)

Gerard Arthur Way (born April 9, 1977 in Newark, New Jersey) is frontman, lead vocalist and co-founder of the band My Chemical Romance; he is also elder brother to band's bass player, Mikey Way.

Way is of Scottish and Italian descent. He first began singing in fourth grade, when heplayed the part of Peter Pan in a school production of the play. His maternalgrandmother, Elena Lee Rush, taught him to sing, paint and perform. She also made his costume, which included traditional green tights. After this Way "turned his back" onsinging, saying, "Well, I don't want to be this weird singer kid, [I'm] into other things likecomics and Iron Maiden". He then decided to pursue graphic arts.Way had always been interested in drawing and comics because his childhood house was a "dark and dingy gothic-looking" place in the town of Belleville, New Jersey. Way says that as a child, he was not able to play much outside, because it was a dangerous area. Instead, he created imaginary worlds in his head, which led to his love for artwork.

As a child, Gerard came to the realization that everyone he cares about will eventually die, and that he will die alone. This has led to his current obsession with the idea of death.After graduating from Belleville High School in 1995, he attended School of Visual Arts in New York City, graduating with a Bachelor of Fine Arts in 1999. Gerard aspired to be a comic book artist and claimed his favourite comic-book team was the Doom Patrol. In2001, Way says he tried to sell an animated television series to Cartoon Networkcalled The Breakfast Monkey.^] He maintains that Cartoon Network turned down the pitchbecause it was too similar to Aqua Teen Hunger Force, then already in production.

In 2001, Way was working in the comic industry in New York when the September 11 attacks occurred. This event changed Way dramatically. He told Spin magazine, "I literally said to myself, ‘Fuck art. I’ve gotta get out of the basement. I’ve gotta see the world. I’ve gotta make a difference!'"[3] Soon after, he formed the band My Chemical Romance. The band's first song "Skylines and Turnstiles" was inspired by Way's experience on 9/11.[5] The band's name, suggested by Mikey Way, came from a book written by Irvine Welsh, entitled Ecstasy: Three Tales of Chemical Romance. Gerard brought together Ray Toro, Matt Pelissier (later replaced by Bob Bryar), Frank Iero, and his brother Mikey to play gigs along the East Coast. He cited his musical influences as The Cure, Queen, The Misfits, and The Smiths, while Billie Joe Armstrong of Green day influenced him to play the guitar.

The band released its first album I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love in 2002 on the New Jersey label Eyeball Records. Gerard Way often gets song ideas from the newspaper. He sees lyrics as a way of telling a story, and usually loves dark stuff; "anything twisted, weird, and a little evil". The song, “Demolition Lovers”, is said to be about Gerard's former girlfriend, based on a dedication in the CD booklet.

Music turned out to be an effective means for Way to deal with his long-time battle against depression, alcoholism, and prescription drug abuse, leading to the creation of deeply personal songs such as Helena,[6] written after the death of his grandmother. The band also collaborated with The Used lead singer Bert McCracken to release a cover of the Queen and David Bowie single Under Pressure on iTunes for Tsunami Relief charity.

In October of 2006, the band released their third album The Black Parade. During the shoot in August for Famous Last Words, band members Gerard Way and Bob Bryar were injured. Way tore all of the ligaments in his foot which is said to be worse than breaking your foot. While these injuries were reported by several news agencies to have been the result of a car accident, a statement released by the band on their website and MySpace page has confirmed that these injuries occurred on the set of the video.[7] The band continues to promote the album and is scheduled to perform at festivals and tours throughout the world.

MickeY Way in MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

A serious bass guitarist joined the band My Chemical Romance. He is very handsome and very EMO. Michael James Way (born September 10, 1980), most commonly known as Mikey Way, is the bass guitarist for the alternative rock band My Chemical Romance and the younger brother of frontman Gerard Way.
Electric bassists play the bassline, which is a single low-pitched monophonic line of music. In most jazz, rock, and pop genres, the bass line outlines the harmony of the music being performed, while simultaneously indicating the rhythmic pulse. In addition, there are different standard bass line types for different genres and types of song (e.g. blues ballad, fast swing, etc.). Basslines often emphasize the root, third, and fifth of the chords of the music. In addition, pedal tones (a repeated or sustained single note), ostinatos , and bass riffs are also used as bass lines.
Though less common, some bass players employ a polyphonic style of playing instead of a single-note melody, using full chords and double-stops to accent their basslines.
Mikey Way was born in Newark, New Jersey, USA. Although born in Newark, Mikey was raised in Belleville. He then, returned to Newark to live with his brother. Way is the younger brother of My Chemical Romance frontman, Gerard Way. He and Gerard are maternal second cousins of Joe Rogan, host of the NBC game/stunt show Fear Factor and former cast member of the sitcom News Radio. He is of Scottish and Italian descent. He came up with the band's name, taken from the book Ecstasy: Three Tales of Chemical Romance, by Irvine Welsh, while working at a Barnes and Noble bookstore in Clifton, New Jersey. Mikey had been working in the music section of the store, and had decided to take out the books to discuss with a coworker. Mikey also got his brother Gerard a job there working in books. Early on in My Chemical Romance's career, it was said that Way learned bass in order to be able to play in the band, which lacked a bassist at the time. But during interviews with Way in their DVD release, Life on the Murder Scene, Mikey claims that he had been an amateur musician since he was young and was in bands as a bassist before MCR. He plays a Highway 1 Precision Bass, a Fender Standard Precision Bass, and a Fender J. Mikey Way had been known for his trademark glasses to correct his nearsightedness, but had Lasik eye surgery and no longer wears them.
While recording The Black Parade, Mikey had been having trouble dealing with personal problems, which caused him to leave the band temporarily, and almost caused them to break-up completely. He said in an interview with Alternative Press, In the December 2006 issue of Blender magazine, Mikey explained his anxiety about his ability to play. He said, "Here I was, I finally had everything I'd struggled for my whole life, and it wasn't fun anymore. I was standing on the stage looking out, and not enjoying it at all."
Mikey left the band to live with My Chemical Romance attorney and "band mom", Stacey Fass. He went through intense psychotherapy and saw a therapist four times a week. After several weeks, he was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. After receiving therapy, he returned to the recording studio as a commuter.

The Philippine National Basketball Team

The Philippines was suspended by the International Basketball Federation on July 2005 after a long standing feud between the Philippine Olympic Committee and the BAP.

The story began on April 10, 2005, when the BAP-sponsored Cebuana-Lhuillier Philippine National team (comprised of little-known amateur players) lost to a lowly Parañaque Jets team (made up of showbiz personalities) in an NBC Preseason tournament at the Rizal Memorial Coliseum. After hearing the news, POC President Jose "Peping" Cojuangco called for improvements on the national team, most notably, the sending of a new team made up of professionals from the Philippine Basketball Association.

While both parties, with the involvement of the Philippine Basketball Association, the Philippine Basketball League, the UAAP and the NCAA, reportedly agreed on an agreement on the formation of a new national team, things soon returned to the usual verbal war. The POC, through a vote, first suspended, then in a later meeting, expelled the BAP as the official National Sports Association (NSA) member and installed a new member in the Philippine Basketball Federation. The BAP, under new President Joey Lina, said that the expulsion was unconstitutional in the by-laws of the POC.

The situation worsened, when both parties still could not agree on who will banner the national for the Southeast Asian Basketball Association tournament, a qualifier for the FIBA-Asia tournament in Doha, Qatar. FIBA Secretary-General Patick Baumann, then handed the suspension of the RP team from any FIBA-sanctioned tournament.

In hopes of securing a long term solution, FIBA, in a memorandum, ordered the PBA, PBL, UAAP, NCAA and Joey Lina (as a person or in Lina's claim, as a representative of the BAP) to form a new constitution or a formation of a new basketball body.

By March 2006, four stakeholders have signed into the propose new basketball body, which later named as Pilipinas Basketball. Lina, however, has refused to sign on the memorandum, citing unbalanced factors that was put in the draft for a new body. After the four stakeholders met with Baumann in South Korea, the suspension was not even lifted nor was the draft for a new body was even accepted since Lina has not signed it.

However, in a significant move by both Pilipinas Basketball and the BAP at the FIBA Congress in Japan, both parties signed an agreement that will pave the way for the formation of a new cage body on or before September 30. The deadline lapsed and no significant moves had been made until February 5, 2007. After several meetings between FIBA Secretary-General Patrick Baumann, PB, and BAP officials in Geneva and Bangkok, a Unity Congress was held in which BAP, PB and Baumann attended. The BAP and PB agreed to merge to create the BAP-Samahang Basketbol ng Pilipinas (BAP-SBP) as the new national federation. The Philippine Olympic Committee recognized the group as the national governing body for basketball, and then the FIBA finally lifted the two year old suspension.

On February 24, a day after the 2006-07 PBA Philippine Cup Finals, national team head coach Chot Reyes announced the composition of the national team for the 2007 Southeast Asia Basketball Association (SEABA) tournament. The finalists of the said tournament would qualify for the 2007 FIBA Asia Championship, the qualifying tournament for the 2008 Olympic basketball tournament

Guard- Jimmy Alapag- 1977 - Talk 'N Text Phone Pals
Guard -Ren-Ren Ritualo- 1979 Talk 'N Text Phone Pals
Guard- Dondon Hontiveros -1977- San Miguel Beermen
Guard -Jayjay Helterbrand- 1976- Barangay Ginebra Kings
Guard- Mark Caguioa -1979 Barangay Ginebra Kings
Forward- Danny Seigle- 1976- San Miguel Beermen
Forward- Tony dela Cruz- 1978 - Alaska Aces
Forward- Kerby Raymundo -1980 - Purefoods Tender Juicy Giants
Forward- Ranidel de Ocampo -1981 - Air21 Express
Center -Asi Taulava- 1973 - Talk 'N Text Phone Pals
Center- Mick Pennisi -1975- Red Bull Barako
Alternates/Reserves
Forward Enrico Villanueva 1980 Red Bull Barako
Center Rommel Adducul 1976 San Miguel Beermen
Center Rafi Reavis 1977 Barangay Ginebra Kings
Forward Rudy Hatfield 1977 Barangay Ginebra Kings

Road Rage: True Hell on Wheels

Last August 4, 2000, was a normal commute for Michael Eck. He'd allowed more than two hours for the afternoon drive from his Baltimore home to his job as a forklift operator at an East Petersburg, Pennsylvania, trucking company. A quiet family man, Eck worked nights, giving him time during the day to spend with his wife, Dawn, and his two-year-old daughter, Christina.

The 74-mile drive on Interstate 83 was one Eck had made every workday for 12 years. He knew rush-hour traffic near York, Pennsylvania, would be thick this Friday as people hit the road for the weekend. So far, though, his green Chevrolet Impala was moving smoothly along with the traffic heading north.

Before taking the forklift job, Eck, 44, drove tractor-trailers cross-country, and he sympathized with the truckers around him. I-83 gave drivers, especially those behind the wheels of lumbering 18-wheelers, little margin for error in case of an accident or emergency. Its left and right shoulders were small, making it difficult for stranded motorists to pull over safely. A low concrete barrier divided the narrow four-lane highway. Meanwhile, steep, rocky hillsides closed in on the northbound side, while a bluff to a lake fell away sharply from the southbound lanes.

At about 2:50 p.m., Eck was driving 65 m.p.h. in the left lane, north of Exit 3. In front of him was a blue Peterbilt 18-wheeler, followed by several cars. As they approached the base of a steep hill, Eck saw that the truck, with two earthmovers chained to its trailer, was too heavy to make the steep incline at highway speed.

Yet the trucker wasn't shifting to the right lane so faster vehicles could move by on the left. Eck decided to pass the truck on the right to avoid being trapped behind slower traffic. He signaled, swung out, passed the truck, signaled again and returned to the left lane.

Climbing the hill, Eck had to decelerate as he approached a slower car ahead. Suddenly he felt a tap at his rear bumper, the kind of contact one might make with another car while maneuvering into a tight parallel-parking space. Eck glanced up to see the Peterbilt's chrome grille filling his rearview mirror.

It was a slight impact, but there might be damage. Eck and the trucker would have to exchange insurance information. This was the last thing he needed. If he was more than a half-hour late for work, he'd be docked a day's pay.

Eck knew there was no room on the left shoulder. So, frustrated, he looked to the right, hoping traffic would let up and that he and the trucker could pull off. But the right lane was now clogged with cars.

As the lane cleared, Eck waited for the Peterbilt to merge right. But the trucker wasn't trying to pull off. What was he doing? Suddenly Eck found out. Bang! With a sickening thud the two bumpers collided, the truck's steel against the Impala's plastic. Eck's mouth went dry with fear.

The severe impact on the Impala slammed Eck's seat back on its rails, whipping him like a rag doll. His engine was dead. He tried twisting the steering wheel; it barely budged. The power brakes, too, hardly responded when pressed. He's intentionally ramming me, Eck thought.

Behind him he could hear the whine of the downshifting gears and the snarl of the diesel engine as the truck surged forward. Once more Eck was whiplashed. Now the 18-wheeler was shoving Eck's car up the hill like a hockey player pushing a puck. Without power, steering the Impala was barely possible. Its extra-wide tires created drag on the road; it was like the car was driving through wet concrete.

Gripping his steering wheel with his left hand, Eck punched 911 on his cell phone, a hands-free model with a microphone affixed near the driver's-side sun visor. "I just got rear-ended on 83 three times by a Peterbilt," Eck said, his voice tight with panic. "Can you help me?"

Dispatcher Vincent Brown at the Pennsylvania State Police barracks near Exit 3 questioned the driver about his position. Eck shouted, "I'm being pushed, literally." Trooper Serell Ulrich was in the station and heard the frantic call. "I'll handle it," Ulrich told Brown. It was about 2:55 p.m.

Ulrich sped onto the I-83 ramp at Exit 3. Farther north, he came upon a rolling roadblock with rubberneckers from the violent truck-car encounter. Traffic in both lanes was clogged. By his clock, the confrontation was over ten minutes long. Could the driver hang on?

Michael Eck was breathing in ragged gasps, trying to keep the Impala in the left lane. The truck driver continued to surge ahead, smashing into the car's rear bumper. Each time the car shuddered from the force. Eck knew that his car couldn't take the punishment much longer. "Where's that officer?" he yelled into the phone.


With the speedometer dead, he estimated they were rolling 40 m.p.h. uphill, 50 on the flats. As he approached Exit 7, escape appeared impossible. The stream of traffic to the right was too thick to change lanes. With a stiff steering wheel and almost no brakes, the task was even harder.

Yet when Eck suddenly saw a break in the right-lane traffic, he seized the chance. Throwing his whole body into it, he yanked the steering wheel hard to the right. The car veered into the lane, and Eck's chest heaved with relief. But with a stab of terror, he watched the Peterbilt shift right, too, and felt it slam into him with bone-crunching force.

Eck had lost count of the collisions in his confrontation with the truck. In a shrill voice tinged by desperation, he screamed at Brown over the phone line, "He hit me again."

Boxed in by the traffic, Ulrich finally reached the narrow left shoulder. With only inches of clearance between his car and the concrete barrier, he crawled north. The incident between the driver and trucker was now over 15 minutes in duration.

With the Peterbilt's front bumper now hard up against the Impala's bumper, the trucker began to swerve, sweeping the car back and forth in front of it. Ahead on a steep hill, Eck saw another tractor-trailer moving slowly in the right lane. He could visualize what would happen next. The Peterbilt was pushing him toward the rear of the other truck. The gap between the two tractor-trailers and the powerless Impala was closing fast.

I'm going to die, Eck thought. He couldn't let himself be crushed, but how could he escape? He checked the rearview mirror -- there was traffic in the merge and right lanes, but the left lane was clear. Eck gripped the door handle. Before he hit that truck, he would pop the door and bail out.

Then the sheer desperation of the idea seized him. If he survived hitting the road at 40 m.p.h., the Peterbilt might still run him over. But at least there was a chance he'd survive the nightmare. Staying in the car, Eck believed, was certain death.

The truck ahead loomed larger. Eck's fingers twitched on the door handle. Ten seconds, nine, eight ... Suddenly his attention was drawn to a flash of light speeding past on the right.

Trooper Ulrich had broken free of the traffic and shot up the roadway. He saw the 18-wheeler, the Impala in front of it. Ulrich raced past and flagged the vehicles over to the side of the road. The truck braked and the Impala drifted to a stop. Ulrich got out of his patrol car. The idling truck's engine growled like a beast struggling against its restraints.

As he cautiously approached the Peterbilt, the trooper saw that the driver was a slight, stooped 65-year-old man with thinning white hair. "What's going on?" Ulrich demanded.


James Trimble was shaking with rage. "This guy cut me off." Then he added in a hot surge of anger, "So I hit his car to get him out of my way."

Ulrich later determined that Trimble had smashed and pushed Eck for 12 miles up I-83. This outburst of uncontrolled road rage lasted more than 20 minutes.

Trimble was charged with two counts of aggravated assault and numerous driving offenses. The trucker pleaded guilty to one count of aggravated assault and six lesser charges, agreeing to undergo psychological evaluation and to surrender forever his commercial driver's license.


Trimble declined Reader's Digest's request for an interview. But at his March 2001 sentencing, he claimed Eck repeatedly cut in front of him and slammed on his brakes as if intent on forcing him to hit him. He also said he called for assistance on his CB radio, and that he wasn't aware Eck's car was disabled. Trimble was sentenced to a prison term with a maximum of nearly two years.

Despite the physical and psychological battering Michael Eck endured on I-83, he gave up his forklift job and now drives tractor-trailers. "I often see motorists driving in ways I consider inappropriate," he says. "But I would never dream of taking vigilante justice, because I've relived the nightmare of what happened to me a thousand times."

FranK AnthonY IerO of MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

In the band My Chemical Romance, there is a band member who is really good in rhythm guitar. He is Frank Iero (Frank Anthony Iero). He gives life in every song they had made.

Just looking at his picture, you can say that he is really an emo. I know you don't know this person so here are some of information about him.

Frank Anthony Iero (born October 31, 1981) is the rhythm guitarist and back up vocalist for the alternative rock band My Chemical Romance. Iero also has his own clothing line/music label/publishing company called Skeleton Crew.

Frank Iero was born on October 31st, 1981 and grew up in Belleville, New Jersey, close to the other members of his current band, My Chemical Romance.

He is also the lead singer for his band Leathermouth which is produced by Skeleton Crew. He was bullied throughout high school at Queen Of Peace in North Arlington and went to Rutgers University on a scholarship, but eventually dropped out because he felt that the band he was in was going somewhere (though he still believes he should have a backup plan, as he stated in the band's Life on the Murder Scene DVD).

He has played in various bands since the age of eleven, much like fellow bandmate Gerard Way. His mother allowed him to play in their basement to the point where she couldn't sleep.

In addition to his band Pencey Prep, Frank also played with the bands Hybrid, Sector 12, I Am a Graveyard, and briefly with Give Up the Ghost.

Frank was recruited after his band Pencey Prep, for which he was a vocalist, broke up. He was invited to join after the band decided they needed another guitarist (in addition to Ray Toro) to fill out the sound. On My Chemical Romance's first album, he played on "Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us" and "Early Sunsets Over Monroeville".

For a period of time, Iero also was roommates with the band's bassist, Mikey Way. He currently is the rhythm guitarist, and youngest member of the band.

Iero recently fell ill and had to leave My Chemical Romance's Japanese and Australian Tour and was sent home to the US to recover, while the guitarist from the band Drive By filled in for him.

Aside from headbanging on the stage with the band, Frank has his own clothing line, record label, and publishing company called Skeleton Crew. It is not a T-shirt company as stated by himself. He currently plays in a band called Leathermouth whose debut album will be released early 2007 and will be released on Skeleton Crew Records.

He is the shortest band member at 5’4”. He also admires Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day, and learned to play the guitar by imitating him.

I really like him because I feel that somehow, we are alike. It’s just that I’m still an average teenager in high school, who is a frustrated emo. But someday, I hope I’m going to be like him if not better. But as of now, I have to focus and prioritize my studies or my dreams would most probably go down the drain.