Green Day Pt 2
So how was it????
It was HOT! In all senses of the word. First of all it was the hottest day of the year., and it took us 1 hour 20 to drive the first hour 20’s worth of journey to Milton Keynes, and then two hours to drive the last 10 minutes worth in a stream of traffic going slower than walking pace. STEEEEEEAAM
We finally got in to the venue at about 6pm, bought tour T-shirts and found a shady spot to cool off so I didn’t need to wear my hat. My friend and I chatted and the boys did Scoubis. (Please note LGB, son of Scarlet - hard rock dudes do Scoubis AT GREEN DAY CONCERTS) Then we managed to find a really good spot in the arena about 10 mins before they came on and we were sorted.
We were standing on a slope with a good view, with our two boys standing in front of us. And what you need to know is that we are not very sweary people, and we tend to discourage it in our two families, so although our two sons are aware of the words they rarely use them (around us anyway) so when BJ started using the F word they turned their faces round to us and their eyes were like saucers and their mouths both looked like Frankie Howerd on a good day! Then when he put his hand in his trousers and started moaning they were nearly hysterical with prurient excitement.
The music was good - I love all the angry sweariness of it - all that rage against stupid government stuff - expressed so well. And I love live music and being part of something like that
The he did the bit which I think they do at every show where they get up three people to play their instruments. The guitar player was only 14 and was brilliant - he managed to play the thing and do all the poses but his eyes were out on stalks; can you imagine what a rush that must have been for him! My son and his friend play guitar and bass and if we could have flown them down to that stage we would have done. My son said he could have played what the guitarist got to play and they when Billy Joe gave his the guitar - he almost screamed with frustration that it wasn’t him.
Then the show was over and we went home - took us an hour and a half and we were in bed by 1.30am. Son got the morning off school - I figured that school wouldn’t have disapproved if it was Mozart (although I can’t imagine Simon Rattle dry humping the stage!) and it’s just as cultural so ner ner.
And what did I wear - well first of all it didn’t matter - the audience was so varied anything would have done. But in the end I went for a practical blend of style and comfort. Black linen trousers, and a black T shirt, forgot my good earings, wore my breast cancer pink band, my white MAKEPOVERTYHISTORY band and the Barbed wire (kind of sums me up really) and ran out of time to paint my nails, although I did paint son’s. He spent the car journey drawing tattoos on his arms with his school handwriting pen.
Note to self: stop panicking about what to wear - just get on with it, no-one’s looking.
It was HOT! In all senses of the word. First of all it was the hottest day of the year., and it took us 1 hour 20 to drive the first hour 20’s worth of journey to Milton Keynes, and then two hours to drive the last 10 minutes worth in a stream of traffic going slower than walking pace. STEEEEEEAAM
We finally got in to the venue at about 6pm, bought tour T-shirts and found a shady spot to cool off so I didn’t need to wear my hat. My friend and I chatted and the boys did Scoubis. (Please note LGB, son of Scarlet - hard rock dudes do Scoubis AT GREEN DAY CONCERTS) Then we managed to find a really good spot in the arena about 10 mins before they came on and we were sorted.
We were standing on a slope with a good view, with our two boys standing in front of us. And what you need to know is that we are not very sweary people, and we tend to discourage it in our two families, so although our two sons are aware of the words they rarely use them (around us anyway) so when BJ started using the F word they turned their faces round to us and their eyes were like saucers and their mouths both looked like Frankie Howerd on a good day! Then when he put his hand in his trousers and started moaning they were nearly hysterical with prurient excitement.
The music was good - I love all the angry sweariness of it - all that rage against stupid government stuff - expressed so well. And I love live music and being part of something like that
The he did the bit which I think they do at every show where they get up three people to play their instruments. The guitar player was only 14 and was brilliant - he managed to play the thing and do all the poses but his eyes were out on stalks; can you imagine what a rush that must have been for him! My son and his friend play guitar and bass and if we could have flown them down to that stage we would have done. My son said he could have played what the guitarist got to play and they when Billy Joe gave his the guitar - he almost screamed with frustration that it wasn’t him.
Then the show was over and we went home - took us an hour and a half and we were in bed by 1.30am. Son got the morning off school - I figured that school wouldn’t have disapproved if it was Mozart (although I can’t imagine Simon Rattle dry humping the stage!) and it’s just as cultural so ner ner.
And what did I wear - well first of all it didn’t matter - the audience was so varied anything would have done. But in the end I went for a practical blend of style and comfort. Black linen trousers, and a black T shirt, forgot my good earings, wore my breast cancer pink band, my white MAKEPOVERTYHISTORY band and the Barbed wire (kind of sums me up really) and ran out of time to paint my nails, although I did paint son’s. He spent the car journey drawing tattoos on his arms with his school handwriting pen.
Note to self: stop panicking about what to wear - just get on with it, no-one’s looking.