and here we go.
ok, here's the deal. I'm having epic writers block with doing my green day posts, so i'm just going to run through a greatest hits list of what happened, so that I don't lose it all while trying to write it.
***Jason, Jason, and Jeff. The back half of Green Day who are never appreciated enough. We got them to sing on several occasions over the course of these five shows and they all are such different, hysterical personalities. Jason White is adorable and was wearing a full astronaut costume during King for a Day that made Billie crack up laughing. Jason Freese is seeeeexy old school punk rock makes me think of Joe Strummer and dresses up as fat elvis during King for a Day, and when he sings, that means Billie plays sax and oh my goodness. Jason Freese also spends a whole lot of time chewing a toothpick and looking sexy while doing so. Even when we saw him riding around in a cart before the show, he was still chomping a toothpick. Later, when Billie went back to play the piano as Jason Freese was singing (playing the piano using his ass, may I add, no lie) he started chewing a toothpick as he was playing piano and Jason was rocking out. Jeff Matika is this adorable, pretty man that has this voice and swagger that surprised the shit out of me. I love them all so much. At the last show, I was wearing my Save CBGB'S shirt, and Jason White walked over, pointed at my shirt, and made the rock on fist. It was pure love.
***Mike Dirnt makes me all giggly weak kneed. At the Buffalo show, he was so happy and bouncy, everything was FUCK YEAH. He pointed at me and mouthed fuck yeah, he pointed to all my friends and said fuck yeah, he pointed at the entire crowd and screamed fuck yeah, he watched a moth and nodded to it while whispering fuck yeah. It was a thing, and I was smitten. In Denver, I made a sign that said FUCK YEAH! and I stood right in front of Mike, when he saw my sign, I got the head back, totally delighted laugh. It was awesome. At one point, he layed on the stage in front of us, hanging his head off the stage to stare at us upside down, and he has these eyes that won't fucking quit. a few times he did some adorable dancing and eyebrow things at me and it never fails to make me blush and grin like a mofo. Mike Dirnt also gives out his guitar picks at the end of shows, and he makes sure to give a lot so all the people that were right in front of him, rocking out with him get one. Megs and I managed to get one each for phelixstar and mugsyface
***Billie Joe Armstrong is a bad ass motherfucker. He does headstands in the middle of the show, and bitches out security that won't let his fans into the pit. He yanks off his guitar and stomps over to the edge of the stage "Do you need help, goddamnit? You want to see my credentials? My name is Billie Joe fucking Armstrong and I do whatever the fuck I want!"
***Tre Cool can do no wrong. He does these high step kicks that make me lose my composure and makes me almost forget about Billie playing the drums back there. He also comes out at one point to use the water hose to spray us all down. In San Diego I was wearing my Hives shirt (that I cut the neck and sleeves off with a scary big knife while in the GA line). He stood in front of me, smiiiiirked at me and then soaked my shirt completely. I like to think he was complimenting me in my choice of shirt and band, seeing as the hives opened for Green Day on two occasions in Europe.
***Billie and I danced together at one point. Not, epic dancing, but I think it was Denver, I was bopping back and forth, and he stood at the corner of the stage and he bopped with me in perfect time and movement and when I laughed and ducked my head he grinned and stopped to move away. That was just a few minutes after he staaaared Megs down and came straight at her so fast and focused that I thought the man was going to jump off stage and haul her back up on stage himself.
***There was this MASSIVE drunk guy behind me in San Diego. He was so drunk that he was leaning all over me to stay up right. It must have looked hysterical because I would not stop dancing, even as this guy was slumped almost on my head, and I kept knocking him back and making him lose his balance by how much I was jumping and not letting him get in my way. As annoying as this was at points, it got me attention from every member of that band. First, it was Jason Freese who watched him for a minute and then started cracking up when he was slumping all over me and I was just ignoring it and jumping up and down almost sending the guy flying off me. Mike Dirnt saw me next and ducked down a bit to make eye contact with me, he does these eyebrows that say a million things without a word and I got the impression he was asking if I was okay, when I gave him a huge smile and kept dancing he straightened up and nodded and fuck yeahed me. oh my heart. Tre Cool pointed at me and the guy and laaaaaughed. Jeff Matika made eyes at me and just shook his head in sympathy, he's a sweet pea. And finally, Billie came over and watched the guy for a second as he slumped against me and almost knocked me down to the floor, and he held eyes with me for a long minute until I started grinning and jumping and then Billie laughed and pointed at the guy and started encouraging him. It was fucking adorable, and it was more adorable that he took that second to make sure I was okay before he started encouraging the guy.
***Megs had made a sign for the shows that said Coming Clean. The song means a whole hell of a lot to her, and at most our shows, they weren't allowing signs. At shoreline though, the homecoming show, shit got real. We had lawn seats, and because she is an amazing human being, and the best friend I've ever had (not just for this, but in general) she upgraded the hell out of our tickets, putting us in the 8th row. when AFI came on, we all busted ass to the stage and got center along the stage, but they sent us back to our seats. We decided to loiter in about the 5th row, and just before the drunken bunny came on, I saw people start to move and i darted past everyone to get to the stage and hold her a spot right next to me. Against the rail for the HOME show. fuck me. Anyways, Billie always asks for old song requests, and Megs held up her Coming Clean song. He came right over and crouched down to read it, mouthing the words and she nodded to him. As she was putting her sign away, I saw him turn to Tre and say "coming clean" I hugged her so fucking hard, latching on and kissing the side of her head, and just in general being thrilled because whether or not they played it, billie saw it, and I couldn't be happier for her, right as I was doing this, Billie turned to her again, and made the AWWWWWWWWWWWW face at my excitement for her and her general happiness. They played a different song though, but then, after that song, they played Coming Clean, and not only did he play her the song, he came over and guitar solo-ed at her! It was perfect.
***During king for a day, when Jason Freese sings, Billie plays sax. it's hot, I can't help it, he's getting better too, like he's practicing between shows. at shoreline, he came right in front of the two of us and played sax at us for a long minute. we both died.
***And finally, the Tre Cool moment I've wanted since I was 14 years old.
So, there we were, at shoreline, the homecoming show, with my heart bursting wide open because it was a homecoming of sorts to me as well, and everything was super intense and fun, and everything just felt magnified a million times over. During the encore we held up signs that said "welcome home" and they made the band all emotional, Tre Cool traded his drumsticks to someone for one of those signs. Now, before I go on, I need to just put out there for people that don't know me that well, I have a thing for drummers and it's all Tre Cool's fault. He is the first drummer I ever paid attention to. The first drummer that ever made me look past the singers and guitarists. He's the reason I started to skew my stereo controls to make the drums the primary sound of songs sometimes. He's a big. fucking. deal to me.
The greatest thing that could ever happen to me at a green day show is getting Tre Cool's drumstick. I know that sounds silly, when it should be getting on stage or getting Billie's guitar, etc, but no. It's drumsticks. And not just getting it, but having it be meant for me. I almost had one at Bowery Ballroom a year ago, but it wasn't meant to be, and then, in Buffalo, Megs pulled some superhuman type shit and knocked herself with the drumstick but got it for me. It was nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, because I know how much it would mean for her to keep that stick as well, but she gave it to me, without even a second hesitation. It meant the entire world to me. Tre Cool's drumstick given to me by my best friend. I told her I would get one for her next (cause that's how we roll, we want to get each other everything) and I missed what I thought were my only two chances in Denver and San Diego.
So, there we are, the very last show, on the rail, during the encore, and it all aches in the most amazing way. And the band just finished Wake Me Up When September Ends, and Tre Cool leaves his kit and walks towards our side, and everyone is cheering and staring at Billie and I'm just grinning my face off at Tre and clapping quietly at him. You know that deliberate clap you do where people can't mistake it's for them, and them alone? I was doing that. And he paused for a minute and ducked down really low, close to the end of the stage and stared me down while he rolled me his drumsticks. Tre Cool rolled me his drumsticks. Because I was almost behind the monitors, one clattered off and skid way off to the side, but the other fell directly in front of me. The barrier was really low in front of me, so I dove over it, my head almost on the floor, my feet way the fuck up in the air, and I grabbed it. As I was bringing the drumstick up, this lady next to me latched onto it and wouldn't let go. She was trying to yank it away while looking innocent about it, and we were locked in this never ending tug of war until Megs saw us, got her hands on the stick and we were able to liberate it. I got two perfect moments out of it, tre cool deliberately trying to get me drumsticks and it working, and getting to finally give Megs Tre Cool's drumstick. I can't think of a more perfect ending to 3500 miles, 11 days, 7 states, and 5 shows, 2 national parks, and 1 waffle house.
Wherever you go
You know I’ll be there
If you go far,
You know I’ll be there
I’ll go anywhere,
So I’ll see you there
You place the name
You know I’ll be there
You name the time
You know I’ll be there
I’ll go anywhere
So I’ll see you there
***Jason, Jason, and Jeff. The back half of Green Day who are never appreciated enough. We got them to sing on several occasions over the course of these five shows and they all are such different, hysterical personalities. Jason White is adorable and was wearing a full astronaut costume during King for a Day that made Billie crack up laughing. Jason Freese is seeeeexy old school punk rock makes me think of Joe Strummer and dresses up as fat elvis during King for a Day, and when he sings, that means Billie plays sax and oh my goodness. Jason Freese also spends a whole lot of time chewing a toothpick and looking sexy while doing so. Even when we saw him riding around in a cart before the show, he was still chomping a toothpick. Later, when Billie went back to play the piano as Jason Freese was singing (playing the piano using his ass, may I add, no lie) he started chewing a toothpick as he was playing piano and Jason was rocking out. Jeff Matika is this adorable, pretty man that has this voice and swagger that surprised the shit out of me. I love them all so much. At the last show, I was wearing my Save CBGB'S shirt, and Jason White walked over, pointed at my shirt, and made the rock on fist. It was pure love.
***Mike Dirnt makes me all giggly weak kneed. At the Buffalo show, he was so happy and bouncy, everything was FUCK YEAH. He pointed at me and mouthed fuck yeah, he pointed to all my friends and said fuck yeah, he pointed at the entire crowd and screamed fuck yeah, he watched a moth and nodded to it while whispering fuck yeah. It was a thing, and I was smitten. In Denver, I made a sign that said FUCK YEAH! and I stood right in front of Mike, when he saw my sign, I got the head back, totally delighted laugh. It was awesome. At one point, he layed on the stage in front of us, hanging his head off the stage to stare at us upside down, and he has these eyes that won't fucking quit. a few times he did some adorable dancing and eyebrow things at me and it never fails to make me blush and grin like a mofo. Mike Dirnt also gives out his guitar picks at the end of shows, and he makes sure to give a lot so all the people that were right in front of him, rocking out with him get one. Megs and I managed to get one each for phelixstar and mugsyface
***Billie Joe Armstrong is a bad ass motherfucker. He does headstands in the middle of the show, and bitches out security that won't let his fans into the pit. He yanks off his guitar and stomps over to the edge of the stage "Do you need help, goddamnit? You want to see my credentials? My name is Billie Joe fucking Armstrong and I do whatever the fuck I want!"
***Tre Cool can do no wrong. He does these high step kicks that make me lose my composure and makes me almost forget about Billie playing the drums back there. He also comes out at one point to use the water hose to spray us all down. In San Diego I was wearing my Hives shirt (that I cut the neck and sleeves off with a scary big knife while in the GA line). He stood in front of me, smiiiiirked at me and then soaked my shirt completely. I like to think he was complimenting me in my choice of shirt and band, seeing as the hives opened for Green Day on two occasions in Europe.
***Billie and I danced together at one point. Not, epic dancing, but I think it was Denver, I was bopping back and forth, and he stood at the corner of the stage and he bopped with me in perfect time and movement and when I laughed and ducked my head he grinned and stopped to move away. That was just a few minutes after he staaaared Megs down and came straight at her so fast and focused that I thought the man was going to jump off stage and haul her back up on stage himself.
***There was this MASSIVE drunk guy behind me in San Diego. He was so drunk that he was leaning all over me to stay up right. It must have looked hysterical because I would not stop dancing, even as this guy was slumped almost on my head, and I kept knocking him back and making him lose his balance by how much I was jumping and not letting him get in my way. As annoying as this was at points, it got me attention from every member of that band. First, it was Jason Freese who watched him for a minute and then started cracking up when he was slumping all over me and I was just ignoring it and jumping up and down almost sending the guy flying off me. Mike Dirnt saw me next and ducked down a bit to make eye contact with me, he does these eyebrows that say a million things without a word and I got the impression he was asking if I was okay, when I gave him a huge smile and kept dancing he straightened up and nodded and fuck yeahed me. oh my heart. Tre Cool pointed at me and the guy and laaaaaughed. Jeff Matika made eyes at me and just shook his head in sympathy, he's a sweet pea. And finally, Billie came over and watched the guy for a second as he slumped against me and almost knocked me down to the floor, and he held eyes with me for a long minute until I started grinning and jumping and then Billie laughed and pointed at the guy and started encouraging him. It was fucking adorable, and it was more adorable that he took that second to make sure I was okay before he started encouraging the guy.
***Megs had made a sign for the shows that said Coming Clean. The song means a whole hell of a lot to her, and at most our shows, they weren't allowing signs. At shoreline though, the homecoming show, shit got real. We had lawn seats, and because she is an amazing human being, and the best friend I've ever had (not just for this, but in general) she upgraded the hell out of our tickets, putting us in the 8th row. when AFI came on, we all busted ass to the stage and got center along the stage, but they sent us back to our seats. We decided to loiter in about the 5th row, and just before the drunken bunny came on, I saw people start to move and i darted past everyone to get to the stage and hold her a spot right next to me. Against the rail for the HOME show. fuck me. Anyways, Billie always asks for old song requests, and Megs held up her Coming Clean song. He came right over and crouched down to read it, mouthing the words and she nodded to him. As she was putting her sign away, I saw him turn to Tre and say "coming clean" I hugged her so fucking hard, latching on and kissing the side of her head, and just in general being thrilled because whether or not they played it, billie saw it, and I couldn't be happier for her, right as I was doing this, Billie turned to her again, and made the AWWWWWWWWWWWW face at my excitement for her and her general happiness. They played a different song though, but then, after that song, they played Coming Clean, and not only did he play her the song, he came over and guitar solo-ed at her! It was perfect.
***During king for a day, when Jason Freese sings, Billie plays sax. it's hot, I can't help it, he's getting better too, like he's practicing between shows. at shoreline, he came right in front of the two of us and played sax at us for a long minute. we both died.
***And finally, the Tre Cool moment I've wanted since I was 14 years old.
So, there we were, at shoreline, the homecoming show, with my heart bursting wide open because it was a homecoming of sorts to me as well, and everything was super intense and fun, and everything just felt magnified a million times over. During the encore we held up signs that said "welcome home" and they made the band all emotional, Tre Cool traded his drumsticks to someone for one of those signs. Now, before I go on, I need to just put out there for people that don't know me that well, I have a thing for drummers and it's all Tre Cool's fault. He is the first drummer I ever paid attention to. The first drummer that ever made me look past the singers and guitarists. He's the reason I started to skew my stereo controls to make the drums the primary sound of songs sometimes. He's a big. fucking. deal to me.
The greatest thing that could ever happen to me at a green day show is getting Tre Cool's drumstick. I know that sounds silly, when it should be getting on stage or getting Billie's guitar, etc, but no. It's drumsticks. And not just getting it, but having it be meant for me. I almost had one at Bowery Ballroom a year ago, but it wasn't meant to be, and then, in Buffalo, Megs pulled some superhuman type shit and knocked herself with the drumstick but got it for me. It was nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, because I know how much it would mean for her to keep that stick as well, but she gave it to me, without even a second hesitation. It meant the entire world to me. Tre Cool's drumstick given to me by my best friend. I told her I would get one for her next (cause that's how we roll, we want to get each other everything) and I missed what I thought were my only two chances in Denver and San Diego.
So, there we are, the very last show, on the rail, during the encore, and it all aches in the most amazing way. And the band just finished Wake Me Up When September Ends, and Tre Cool leaves his kit and walks towards our side, and everyone is cheering and staring at Billie and I'm just grinning my face off at Tre and clapping quietly at him. You know that deliberate clap you do where people can't mistake it's for them, and them alone? I was doing that. And he paused for a minute and ducked down really low, close to the end of the stage and stared me down while he rolled me his drumsticks. Tre Cool rolled me his drumsticks. Because I was almost behind the monitors, one clattered off and skid way off to the side, but the other fell directly in front of me. The barrier was really low in front of me, so I dove over it, my head almost on the floor, my feet way the fuck up in the air, and I grabbed it. As I was bringing the drumstick up, this lady next to me latched onto it and wouldn't let go. She was trying to yank it away while looking innocent about it, and we were locked in this never ending tug of war until Megs saw us, got her hands on the stick and we were able to liberate it. I got two perfect moments out of it, tre cool deliberately trying to get me drumsticks and it working, and getting to finally give Megs Tre Cool's drumstick. I can't think of a more perfect ending to 3500 miles, 11 days, 7 states, and 5 shows, 2 national parks, and 1 waffle house.
Wherever you go
You know I’ll be there
If you go far,
You know I’ll be there
I’ll go anywhere,
So I’ll see you there
You place the name
You know I’ll be there
You name the time
You know I’ll be there
I’ll go anywhere
So I’ll see you there