Lately I've been killing my free time looking up random stuff about some of the songs I have in my ridiculously huge mp3 collection, usually tracks by artists with whom I'm not that familiar, to see if I'd like to take a closer look at other stuff they've done.
I'm learning a lot.
It happens that I was looking up the origin of the word "emo" as a slang term, as distinguished from the context in which emo describes a genre of music, while simultaneously checking out the biography of the Manic Street Preachers.
Emo kids, bow to your god.
This is Richey James Edwards, roadie-cum-lyricist for the Manics. On May 15, 1991, following a gig at Norwich Arts Centre, Radio One DJ Steve Lamacq, writing for the NME at the time, interviewed the band. Lamacq, known for despising anything he saw as hype or contrivance, argued that some people felt that the Manics weren't for real. The band, and Richey in particular, unsuccessfully attempted to convince Lamacq of their sincerity. When he saw that he had failed to sway the journalist, Richey took out a razor and carved "4REAL" into his forearm.
Now if that doesn't kick complete ASS, I don't know what does. That's so emo that it's almost METAL.
It's the epitome of emo. Epitemo.
Six days later, the band signed their contract to Sony.
In 1995, Richey disappeared and hasn't been heard from since. WAY EMO.