I have seen the face of God, and he looks like Billie Joe Armstrong.
So...Green Day concert. Last night. FUCKING AMAZING!!!!!
Seriously though, guys...I don't have the words to describe how cool it was. Period. That won't stop me from rambling a bit, though.
Billie Joe is the nicest fucking frontman ever. I don't care what you think about the music, but this guy, hell, the whole damn band, loves their fans from the bottom of their hearts. They played old shit. They played new shit. They played REALLY old shit (Paper Lanterns? THAT SONG IS OLDER THAN I AM). They invited approximately five million people up on stage (no joke, during Paper Lanterns Billie Joe said, "Who wants to come up on stage? Get your ass up here!" And when he only got two people, he kept manically gesturing until he had about twenty people clustered around him, hugging him, and kissing him, and stroking his guitar, because he was playing Blue, which is like the Holy Grail of Green Day relics). He brought up this utterly amazing motherfucker to sing Longview, and THEN HE GAVE THE GUY HIS GUITAR. Seriously, I think if he had been of a mind to, Billie could've told every one of us to form a single file line off the nearest cliff and we would've done it.
My voice hurt by the end of the fourth song, and was gone by two thirds of the way through. There was a ringing in my ears like I have never experienced (still am, actually). It was just...wow. Perfection. The best part was, like I said, that Billie made it clear that they weren't just playing to a faceless crowd, they were playing to people that they love and appreciate. Even though there were a few thousand people there, the atmosphere was like we were all chilling at somebody's house, jamming out.
BEST. NIGHT. EVER.
Seriously though, guys...I don't have the words to describe how cool it was. Period. That won't stop me from rambling a bit, though.
Billie Joe is the nicest fucking frontman ever. I don't care what you think about the music, but this guy, hell, the whole damn band, loves their fans from the bottom of their hearts. They played old shit. They played new shit. They played REALLY old shit (Paper Lanterns? THAT SONG IS OLDER THAN I AM). They invited approximately five million people up on stage (no joke, during Paper Lanterns Billie Joe said, "Who wants to come up on stage? Get your ass up here!" And when he only got two people, he kept manically gesturing until he had about twenty people clustered around him, hugging him, and kissing him, and stroking his guitar, because he was playing Blue, which is like the Holy Grail of Green Day relics). He brought up this utterly amazing motherfucker to sing Longview, and THEN HE GAVE THE GUY HIS GUITAR. Seriously, I think if he had been of a mind to, Billie could've told every one of us to form a single file line off the nearest cliff and we would've done it.
My voice hurt by the end of the fourth song, and was gone by two thirds of the way through. There was a ringing in my ears like I have never experienced (still am, actually). It was just...wow. Perfection. The best part was, like I said, that Billie made it clear that they weren't just playing to a faceless crowd, they were playing to people that they love and appreciate. Even though there were a few thousand people there, the atmosphere was like we were all chilling at somebody's house, jamming out.
BEST. NIGHT. EVER.