Ink Drawing

It’s the end of an era, folks. The other day, remaining and sole (?) member of Panic! at the Disco, Brendon Urie, announced the band’s end as he chooses to focus on his family. I wasn’t too surprised that this once dominant four-piece finally puttered out. Sure, the pop masses still ate up anything he offered, but I tapped out a few albums ago. There were decent songs here and there, but nothing can match the brilliance that was their debut into the world, A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out. I remember hearing “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” at thirteen and just getting the coolest feeling. I immediately sought out the record, and luckily my parents didn’t investigate too far into it and bought it for me. I’ve seen them live at least four times over the course of my life and I just hope that if someday the band gets resurrected that we get the lineup of that era, but for now, I will reflect and be happy.