Fuck Tom! No. Wait. Fuck Mark! Or is Travis an asshole? Who should I be pissed at?
If you haven't heard, and care about Blink 182 at all, Tom (kind of) quit the band. Or didn't? It all seems very confusing as of now as more news and allusive Instagram, Facebook and Twitter post keep coming out from the band. This is basically a 27-year-old, pop punk loving dudes worst case scenario of a soap opera.
On Monday one of my half-bearded millennial friends ran up to me asking if I had heard the news. One of my childhood (and life long) favorite bands has made some horrible announcements. Evidently Blink 182 can't get their shit together and Tom quit; then quickly posted that he didn't.
The Breakdown of Blink-Gate 1/26-1/28 as I see it:
1/26 - 12:01pm - KROQ posts article that Tom quit the band...but Matt Skiba will be filling in.
1/26 - 12:02pm - I cry uncontrollably.
1/26 - 1:34pm - Tom post instagram picture of some overweight Tron guy and says he "Never quit the band."
1/26 - 1:35pm - 9PM - I am happy and I look forward to new Blink music and the future and my life rules.
1/26 - 9pm - Rolling Stone, somehow, has more connections than me and was able to get an interview with Travis and Mark, where they call Tom out for being a boner.
1/26 - 9pm - 1/27 - 12:27am - The next day - I am inconsolable. Basically and human mess-ball of emotion. I put on my Batman pajamas and drink till I pass out on the couch.
1/27 - 12:27am - Tom tweets and then deletes "Don't pretend there isn't more to the story." With another comment about kicking out Travis.
1/27 - 9:28am - Radio silence...for now...I think all is lost...I start playing my favorite Blink songs...but then...
1/27 - 3:37pm - Tom writes open letter to fans about his side of the story.
I miss the old Blink. The Blink that got naked with its friends and ran around being a bunch of foul-mouth hooligans. This is what I based my entire life from. Boys, get your shit together, have fun, be happy and go do what you do best. Bring smiles to everyone through music or antics. I get it, you have other commitments but come on. Get aligned. I have no idea what to do now. I am going back to bed and listening to Take Off Your Pants and Jacket. Not the music. Just the last 30 tracks of dick jokes..
For your viewing pleasure. The year was 2000 and all was right with the world.