Guest Blog: The Devil Wears Prada Vocalist Mike Hranica, Part 1
Mike Hranica is the frontman of metalcore act The Devil Wears Prada. Recently, Hranica wrote a short fictional book, Home for Grave, which you can purchase on his website. The Devil Wears Prada’s most recent album, 8:18, was released earlier this fall. The band is currently on a headlining tour of the country and dates can be found here. Below, the vocalist and writer contributes the first in a series of guest blogs.
Tour is here, and while this marks a pinnacle point within the TDWP timeline and what we’ve been working towards for years and years, I’ll do my best not to restate and retrace all of the banal blogs that constantly roam and intertwine the interwebs.
Big thanks to Revolver for asking me to be a part in this, I’m always grateful to write and discipline myself into something a little bit different than what I might usually be accustomed to. What is my objective? I’m not entirely sure, I just know how monotonous and repetitive these sorts of things can be.
“Damn the jejune!” I cry from the rooftops (or the stage Prada will be performing upon tonight in Indianapolis).
The misconception of tour glamour is hard to explain, in fact I’m having a hard time knowing where to begin. I’m told that The Devil Wears Prada is fun to be around, although I of course maintain a sort of hesitant skepticism in accepting such a compliment, seeing as that I am completely too close to the subject at hand. With that said, I’ll do my best to be objective and say that the TDWP tour bus or dressing room is a good place to be. I’ll start there.
Beers are consumed, the ever-so-familiar bottle of Jack is passed around, but I consider us a tame group. I say we drink, we don’t party. I’m not sure that there is much more to be explained in direct regards to touring. All of the glamour and obnoxious sheen expected in every daily interview is nonexistent. Nothing.
I’ve spent my fair share over the past few weeks and months trying to further understand this lifestyle. I’ve been attempting to actually figure out what it is that I am doing. I keep feeling old, but I never understood youth. I blame touring. These ideas became more evident around July and August of this year, when I was able to be home for a Chicago summer for the first time since I joined this band.
Nevertheless, I think there is much to be understood from all of these towns and cities. And I think what is most important is the life and color that is born into these new songs from 8:18 when existing from a stage. Breathing there on a stage, to the most wonderful metal listeners that spent their hard-earned money to come see my silly band. That is true. That is what this whole musical entertainment thing is meant to be.
I beg your apologies if this rant has been directionless or perhaps overly-abstract. It turns out that I’ll be writing a couple of these things, so with time I might be able to give further detail to whatever it is that I’m trying to understand while living life on the road.
Cheers, thank ya.