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РІР‚СљWe used to joke around, Tucker and I,РІР‚Сњ Rickly remembers. Thursday had been spinning their wheels for a while when they finally broke up in 2011. Things werenРІР‚в„ўt always this good for Rickly. Rickly says that heРІР‚в„ўs in here most days, whenever heРІР‚в„ўs not on tour, and he seems calm and at peace. A fellow post-hardcore legend, Texas Is The Reason guitarist Norman Brannon, sits in the corner, fielding phone calls heРІР‚в„ўs the labelРІР‚в„ўs general manager. ItРІР‚в„ўs in the corner of an eco-friendly bloc of offices in an old Greenpoint building - one that rents from month to month, allowing tenants to move to bigger or smaller quarters if things go well or if they go badly. The Brooklyn office is warm and cavernous, with brick walls and a gorgeous East River view out the window behind Rickly.

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Rickly moves aside the thing dominating his desk, a series of framed alternate covers for United NationsРІР‚в„ў self-titled 2008 debut album - Abbey Road parodies with all four Beatles on fire.

Jonah Bayer, RicklyРІР‚в„ўs bandmate in the roaring experimental hardcore band United Nations, sits nearby, slight and bushy-haired, with a shirt that says РІР‚СљIan & Guy & Brendan & JoeРІР‚Сњ - a Fugazi shirt that has the good taste to not announce itself as a Fugazi shirt. ThereРІР‚в„ўs a laptop on his desk, but thereРІР‚в„ўs also an antique typewriter. HeРІР‚в„ўs got on a Cocteau Twins shirt and a baseball cap with the logo of the dance label Ghostly.

Sitting in the office of Collect Records, the newly relaunched indie label he runs, heРІР‚в„ўs calm and friendly. HeРІР‚в„ўs still wiry, still floppy-haired, still gap-toothed. These days, Rickly still looks the same as he did in those Thursday days. Today, he still sounds confused when he remembers those days, recounting his first vivid what the fuck am I doing here moment, when their stage show first got big enough to necessitate an actual crew: РІР‚СљA whole group of people that sort of worked for Thursday were just standing out in the open with a serrated hunting knife that had lines of cocaine on it: РІР‚ВHey, whatРІР‚в„ўs up man, you want some?РІР‚в„ў I was like, I employ a crew what the fuck is going on? I donРІР‚в„ўt think IРІР‚в„ўve ever seen cocaine before. Thursday had their moment in the sun during the last era, historically, when major record labels were eager to sign young rock bands, and he remembers going to dinner with A&Rs who would desperately offer the band drugs and women. He didnРІР‚в„ўt tell the crowd anything of the sort at Bamboozle, and if he had, he wouldРІР‚в„ўve been lying. From the stage, he liked to remind audiences that Thursday werenРІР‚в„ўt coming to their town to rock them they were there to be a part of something with them. A few years earlier, IРІР‚в„ўd seen Rickly ripping up his heart in front of spinkicking hardcore kids in small Syracuse clubs, and whenever his band would play, heРІР‚в„ўd seemingly have a deep heart-to-heart conversation with everyone who came through the door. ThursdayРІР‚в„ўs unstable buzzsaw style - plangent sung verses suddenly revving into overdriven howled choruses - was easily imitated and parodied, but it was grand and cathartic, capable of soul-shattering moments. Method Man was the only rapper on the bill (unless weРІР‚в„ўre counting novelty act MC Lars, which letРІР‚в„ўs not), and when I asked him about it a few weeks later, he said something derisive and homophobic about РІР‚Сљthese new hair bands.РІР‚Сњ Thursday were one of the biggest bands at the festival - playing before Fall Out Boy but after the All-American Rejects - but they mightРІР‚в„ўve been more uncomfortable than Method Man, albeit for different reasons. Sonny Moore, still a few years away from adapting his Skrillex stage name, had climbed the rigging of one of the main stages while his metalcore band From First To Last played, and when he told the crowd to throw shit, a swarm of plastic water bottles shot up into the air. The Jonas Brothers, not yet affiliated with the Disney machine, had played earlier in the day, on one of the side stages. Thursday were on that parking lot because they were playing, late in the day, at the Bamboozle Festival, a festival made up entirely of emo bands, and of bands who people were calling emo because nobody knew what else to call them. Thursday, the post-hardcore band that Rickly had formed in 1997, had somehow catapulted near the forefront of emo during the genreРІР‚в„ўs confusing commercial peak. Maybe 30,000 impressionable teenagers were watching Rickly, and he looked miserable. The last time I saw Geoff Rickly was eight years ago on the parking lot outside Giants Stadium in New Jersey.