i know we keep saying tour of healing but i can't help it. kintsugi tour. tour of healing old wounds and massaging away the ache from old scars. tour of picking up those old, dusty songs that never felt like they were yours - that were released without your consent, that never felt like fall out boy, and reclaiming them, letting them crease anew into your skin. tour of taking songs once packed to bursting with spite and bitterness and teasing out the heartfelt love and forging the memories into newer, better ones. gold sealing the scalpel tracks left behind after a traumatic break. the magic 8-ball spins round and round, lands on songs never before played, songs that never logistically could be played. we beckon our friends onto the stage with us (the very same one that did the original backing vocals for chicago is so two years ago, mounting the stage 21 years later to do it again live).
you have to make weird art. you have to make things with your friends. you have to laugh and love unapologetically. you have to be unafraid to do whatever stupid, inane, insane thing makes you feel alive. if the world is always spinning and the world always feels like it's ending, maybe this is the answer. it's love. it's love. it's love.