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(P.S., stream 'The Foundations of Decay' on Spotify. Such drama! This album was absolutely a pillar in the foundation of my own creativity. Gerard's background in comics and storytelling, along with the band's commitment to their concepts, helped build an expansive world where the music, art, characters and themes are all connected in vivid, emotional ways. The album artwork is a painting by Gerard himself titled 'The Demolition Lovers' (which is also the last song on their preceding album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love) and represents a Bonnie and Clyde-type couple whose tortured love story is carried over from Bullets and continues throughout Revenge. The moment I saw Gerard Way grimacing down the camera (with an enviable smoky eye), decked out in black and red while conducting the most 2000s-esque gothic funeral in the 'Helena' music video, I knew it was all over for me. Like many other fans, Revenge was my first introduction to MCR. If I had to choose one album that defined my adolescence, it would be this one.

But I do have Spotify, so after looking through my saved albums and thinking about this for a few days, I've narrowed down 10 albums-some old, some new-whose artwork (and, of course, music) had an impact on me as a creative and as a human. Sadly, I don't have my Sharpie'd CDs anymore. I love every single one of those albums I discovered as a young teen and still listen to them all the time, over 15 years later.

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Eventually I learned how to burn my own CDs, until I discovered Limewire … which I don't even need to talk about because I definitely purchased all my music very legally with money from there on out. Simple Plan's Still Not Getting Any, Green Day's American Idiot and Good Charlotte's The Young and the Hopeless were a few of the first CDs Molly gave me, and they fundamentally shaped how my taste in music developed (despite being bullied for liking such 'whiny' bands lol). Obviously, I would first decorate it elaborately with Sharpies, then I would pop it into my Walkman and listen through, front to back, on the bus ride home. Every week, she would make a copy of one of her favorite albums and bring it to school for me.

When I was in sixth grade, I had a friend named Molly who had invaluable, magical knowledge.