Monthly Archives: October 2009

Foxies at Manchester

First YouTube of the Foxboro Hot Tubs live in Manchester. Found by The Guy called Kill… from the GDC.

Church of Wishful Thinking One Week Too Late

Alas, the Reverend Twitch and his Cohorts have announced a session of Lushotology worship this coming Sunday at midnight right after they play Wembley. 600 lucky Foxboro Hot Tubs fans will party like there’s no tomorrow. The gig is at the Relentless Garage in London and from what I understand, you have to get a wristband first and over 18s only.

Have fun all of you lucky Alligators!


Green Day on BBC’s Jonathan Ross

(Since my computer is still down, I’m on my iPhone and can’t properly link at the moment.)

Green Day was on the Jonathan Ross show last night from the UK and performed a smoking hot version of the smoking hot song, “East Jesus Nowhere.” They played a game, “Monster or Celebrity” and additional guest, actor Christopher Walken, read Lady Gaga’s “Pokerface” as spoken word poetry. The video link below doesn’t have the game or Walken, but you can view that on the BBC repeat on November 1st at 2:10 AM or on BBC America next Friday. I’ll have to check the time for the latter. In the meanwhile, 21st Century Drum Player uploaded the clip below.

Green Day Absolute Radio Interview from Birmingham, UK

Great interview conducted yesterday with the boys in Birmingham on Absolute Radio. Funny and relaxed, they are having a great time on this tour. Thanks to GDA on Facebook for the headsup on the video being posted.

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The Breakdown will be Twittered: Green Day Edition @greenday

Oh my frigging Lushie Gods, I have heard a Verified Rumor via GDA that the band known as Green Day, those dudes who recently wrote a song about not being part of the Modern World, have wrestled their fledgling and oh so boring Twitter account from whomever decided just to post boring stuff about albums and videos and tour dates and what not instead of fun and stupid stuff like singer Pink, comedienne Sandra Bernhardt, my college friend, actress Rachel True, and a host of other cool people do. Unless your taking part in the Iranian Green Revolution, no one should take Twitter seriously. I’m sure that they were just testing it out, but now that Tré has stolen the password, there should be some funny stuff fulminating around his Twitter parts.

Anyway, it seems that Tré and maybe others will be Tweeting (the regular boring stuff), Twitting (hmmm) and Twatting (oh yes) while maybe not a storm up, some fun stuff on occasion. 

Here’s Tré’s first Tweet:

I am trying to put on guy liner with my feet – tre

DUDE! Good luck with that!


Rocktober Group Photo

Rocktober! Group Photo

Rocktober Idiots in London

This was only a fraction of the Rocktober Idiots who met up from around the world (including Germany, the U.S., Australia, Brazil, and South Africa) for a crazy weekend of Green Day at London’s O2. We had a fabulous time and sang loudly to Green Day music at the Slug and Lettuce restaurant. More to come!

*Photo by Mary O’Neill, American Idiot!

Green Day London, October 24, 2009

I got back to the hotel an hour ago from seeing Green Day for the second night at the 02 in London. I’ll have to write more about it when I get back to the States. I just wanted to write that of the shows I went to in the States and the first London gig, the second night at the 02 blew all of them hands down out of the water. The boys were on fire tonight singing several older songs but the treat for me was a full band rendition of “Give Me Novacaine.” “Novacaine” is my favorite song off of American Idiot and hearing it live was soul cleansing.

Anyway, I’ll write more when I get back to the States next week. I’m very sad to be leaving and not attending more of the English gigs, but really, my dreams of seeing them in England have come true. I got everything that I needed from this show. Plus, I’m bringing one of Tre’s drumsticks home with me.

Thank you, Billie Joe, Mike and Tre, tonight was kinda special. Thank you.

Rocktober is Out of the House!

Ok, that’s a pretty stupid headline, but I don’t care. I’m off to see Green Day in London. My flight takes off from JFK at 9:00 and I’ll be standing in London’s 02 tomorrow night. All I can say is… “Welcome to Paradise!”

GD UK Rocktober

GD UK Rocktober

Two Nights with an American Idiot, Pt. III: The Choreography and Direction

Green Day's American Idiot at the Berkeley Repertory Theater

Green Day's American Idiot at the Berkeley Repertory Theater

I’ve been struggling with this post. My home computer also went bust. It’s not been the easiest to critique Green Day’s American Idiot and it’s gotten to be quite long, so I’m going to break it up into several posts. The first one focuses on The Book (Spoilers Here Lurk); The second post will focus on The Arrangement and The Cast the third and last on The Choreography and The Direction with some concluding remarks.

Green Day's American Idiot at the Roda Theatre Poster

Green Day's American Idiot at the Roda Theatre Poster

A little more to the left, please. Thanks.

Choreography: The choreography of American Idiot, which occasionally is brilliant (again, “Give Me Novacaine” and “Before the Lobotomy/Extraordinary Girl”), lands somewhere in the approximation of how “disgruntled youth” dance… on Broadway. Frankly, the Critic in me cringed a bit while the Fan tried not to notice the funny-looking head movements timed to the “oohs” of songs or the scene in the bar where the cast seems to play shoulder paddy-cake with each other instead of punching each other out. At certain points I kept hearing myself say, “ooh, don’t do that.”

Choreographer Steven Hoggett did the work for Black Watch, about a Scottish regiment serving in Iraq, and his work from that show (a drama, not a musical) blended emotional intensity with pure movement that brought tears to my eyes. His work on Black Watch, clean, crisp and spare, gave an already dynamic piece the sense of doom and drama that served the story well. Here, the overwrought quality of the movement, or “febrile” (feverish) as Isherwood of the New York Times enthusiastically called it (which is exactly what dancing to a punk song is reminiscent of) was a bit of a distraction. Alternating between the manic in an approximation of the mosh pit/pogoing aspects of punk, and quiet sign language and approximations of the hand gestures that Billie Joe himself often uses onstage (sparingly and with a distinct purpose or meaning), came across to me as Gilman-light made for Broadway. It’s not that the choreography was bad… No… It was that there was so much of it, in line with the recurring themes of the show of being overwhelmed with images or movement hyperactivity. And while the choreography was pretty neat during “American Idiot” (more of a temper tantrum than a statement) and “Holiday” (particularly in the moment where part of the scenery becomes a bus), some of it just kinda made me laugh, which may be what Hoggett and Mayer were going for anyway.

Some moments needed staged combat techniques, particularly when Johnny pulls a knife on Whatsername when she startles him from his drug binge. A scene that should have been full of menace… real danger causing Whatsername to leave… could have had more precision in it. As the scene played, Johnny loosely flaps the knife around, and there never seemed to be a hint that she was in real danger from his drug-fueled manic moment. In real life she might have actually gotten cut.

Hoggett’s work sparkles the best during “Novacaine” and parts of “Before the Lobotomy”/”Extraordinary Girl” and when Will and Heather are breaking up during “Too Much Too Soon.” Why does it work in these songs the most? There’s exquisite precision and a sense of danger during these songs. “Novacaine” finds Will on the brink and Tunny under fire; “Too Much Too Soon” finds Heather and Will physically struggling (though that have could be more tightly choreographed with stage combat as well) and “Lobotomy/Extraordinary” mixed rigged flying of the actors (at once giving me the dual shock of thinking “oh no, it’s Peter Pan, but oh wow, is that hard and difficult to do as well as Caplan and Sajous do it”) between Tunny and the Extraordinary Girl. This number ends with an ominous ballet that works in one way but seems overwrought at the same time, but it builds well with the song’s finish. I also enjoyed “Last Night on Earth” as Whatsername and Johnny shoot-up together and are lasciviously entwined with the rubber tubing of their binge.

I can’t quite articulate what it was about the choreography that didn’t wow me overall but it probably has something to do with the fact that there really didn’t need to be so much of it. Just because it’s a musical doesn’t necessarily mean that it has to be choreographed to within an inch of its life, particularly if the actors aren’t necessarily dancers. Sometimes, less is more beautiful and precision in movement can convey a thousand emotions. Just ask Billie Joe when he makes a heart with his hands or shoots himself with his finger at the right moment. Simple can be beautiful. It just has to not look like it’s trying too hard to mean something.

Pull the Pin and See What Happens

Pull the Pin and See What Happens

Direction: I have never seen a play or musical directed by Michael Mayer, so there is nothing for me to base his past work on. What I saw in this work was a capable director who does not take the story and power of American Idiot far enough. It’s too safe. Musically and thematically, the album is more hard-hitting than the musical that I watched.

Mayer took on a huge project: crafting an album with a thin storyline into a musical play that would be accessible to both a Broadway and non-Broadway audience as well as a fan-based and a non-fan audience. Something for everyone. It’s a challenge that any director would have trouble with, but Mayer (and Armstrong) go in the right direction: expanding the story while keeping it mostly based in the original storyline and keeping the music intact with the additional songs from 21st Century Breakdown and the AI b-sides. I think were he (and Armstrong?) went just a wee bit wrong is taking the emotional “fuck you” and bite out the story.

American Idiot is a very confrontational album. It screams in your face and dares you to like nine-minute songs and tells you that the world around you is full of idiots, including yourself. It’s an anthem of longing, rage, turmoil, failure and forgetting, and yes, coming of age and all the crap that entails. Well, at least, it’s those things to me. Mayer seems to have taken the story and stripped it of real anger and reality. What’s left is a great looking show, but it’s a bit too hollow, a bit too slick, a bit too one-dimensional.

I keep coming back to the “heart like a hand grenade” metaphor, a line from American Idiot‘s “She’s A Rebel,” (“…She’s the symbol.. Of resistance… And she’s holding on my heart like a hand grenade…”). It’s the best metaphor that I can use in describing what I mean in terms of the absence of an overall emotional punch to the staged action for me. I have often thought of this line in terms of my own anger and frustration, and the beating of my heart within my chest. Sometimes my heart feels like an explosive with a hair trigger that could detonate from the rampage of stupidity that I find around me from both within me and from without. Whether it’s the crumbling of our infrastructure to the idiocy of politics or the daily drone of commerce and desire or the horrors of war and genocide or my own big mouth, inertia and stupid actions, my beating heart, full of rage and love, feels dangerous. There were times during the Bush administration that I could have literally spontaneously combusted with it all, and American Idiot was a direct outlet for my frustrations. Though I may be way older than Johnny or Whatsername, I have the exact same feelings of a life denied that the rough character sketches of the musical have. I listened to this album a million and one times and often, by the time I got to “Whatsername,” I was able to diffuse the bomb within my heart, but it took a lot of ugly emotional turns before it fizzled. I wanted to have that feeling translated to the stage. Again, it’s the lack of real, hard emotions that I have a problem with in the show. I just didn’t feel it from the stage action as I did from the music. Hence the reason I enjoyed the show a lot more the second night that I saw it, when I let myself feel the star of the show, the music.

The San Francisco Weekly had a good but fairly mixed review on the show back in September and they felt that the show lack a narrative arc. I felt that the narrative arc was there, it was the emotional one that was just a bit lacking.

The Set and Design: Just a word about the set and design. The set by Christine Jones, from the hanging car to the breakaway railing that turns into a bus to the soaring metal staircases and the wall full of posters and television screens was phenomenal. The lightscape and lighting design by Kevin Adams was excellent, too. Kudos all around to the design team as well as the rigging team for the fly work during “Lobotomy/Extraordinary.”

Conclusion: Overall, the show is solid but it needs major emotional work. I never felt that there was any real danger… it was superficial. What bothered me the most is when Johnny comes clean from his drug habit: it’s all a little too pat and easy with throwing his pills down the drain and the toy gun with the “bang” flag that St. Jimmy shoots himself with. On the first night that I saw the show, Johnny pours his pills down the gutter and declares he’s done with drugs, and two audience members got up and cheered. I thought to myself, if it was that easy to quit a habit or kill your evil twin, everyone would do it in a snap. Where was the actual pain of quitting the drugs that made you lose the love of your life? I didn’t see it onstage.

The battle between the Fan and the Critic tore me apart. I wanted to love Green Day’s American Idiot, and in many ways, I did, but in several ways, to me, it’s too mainstream and sanitized for my taste. The first night that I saw the show, my critical theatrical sense railed at what I saw on stage and the second night, my inner fan and love for the music and the basic story and onstage energy overcame but couldn’t quite conquer my sense that an anthemic album had been presented as conventional musical theater. At the same time, given the opportunity and some tweaks to the show, I would go back to see it again. If the price were right, maybe a few more times even.

Why? Because I love the music and to hear it done well live is worth it.

American Idiot is in workshop mode at the Berkeley Repertory Company. The “Berkeley Rep” is one of the finest regional theaters in the country, on par with Chicago’s Steppenwolf and The Public Theater in New York. It certainly is the best theater in the State of California specializing in non-traditional and just a bit left of center forms of theater and it’s known for always pushing the envelope. Green Day’s American Idiot is at the perfect venue to workshop a well-constructed but emotionally unfinished piece in the exploratory stages of a move to another theatrical space. This musical deserves to be on Broadway or a large off-Broadway house and it certainly will get there. I only hope that by the time it arrives that a little reworking of the emotions set forth by the musical story sink deeper into the actors and rips my hand grenade heart out of its chest and pulls the pin.

And with that, I’m off to London to see Green Day. Later.nwofl

Shoot to Thrill: Green Day in Belfast Photographs

AARRGGHHH! - Shoot to Thrill photos by Ramsey Cardy

AARRGGHHH! - Shoot to Thrill photos by Ramsey Cardy

Ramsey Cardy from the Green Day Community shot a small set of great photographs from the show in Belfast. View the entire set on his website at Shoot to Thrill or click the pic. As usual, the Black and White one caught my eye the most, but the ones in color from his site are stunning. Great work, Ramsey!

To view Ramsey’s other band work, click here.