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Jet Pranks Green Day Complete with (Male) Strippers!

And while Green Day is pranking Prima Donna, Jet ended their Australian tour with… hunky male strippers pranking Green Day. Billie Joe gets in on the stripping action, Tre looks like the happiest camper on earth and Mike… just can’t stop laughing!

Once again, Proudweirdo from Australia captures the legendary moment!

Jet Pranks Green Day and Tre Gets a Boner – Green Day – Melbourne, December 16, 2009


Billie Went Barf… Or Potty… Australia Endings

The Australian leg of Green Day’s 21st Century Breakdown tour took a slight turn to the scary when the band had to cancel and reschedule the last night in Melbourne unexpectedly. It seems that the day before, one particular member of the band… the lead singer to be exact… had a bad case of the runs after eating something bad. Greendaylove38 suggested that it was a bad kangaroo, but who knows what the heck he ate?

Proudweirdo from the GDC was at the rescheduled show and posted this video of the band performing “East Jesus Nowhere,” and Billie mentions the “d” word (dysentery) and the band goes on to save five lucky Australian souls:

Potty and Salvation Time – “East Jesus Nowhere” – Green Day — Melbourne, December 16, 2009

Thankfully, he’s doing good now, and Australia experienced a number of wonderful things, including Jet pranking Green Day at the Melbourne show (male strippers, can’t wait for that video) as well as Tre’s birthday celebration, where he turned 37 years young. Thanks to Cynnasaur, we have birthday cake madness during “King For A Day”:

A birthday cake for Tre – “King for a Day” – Green Day – Brisbane –

December 9, 2009

The lovely Kerry from Australia was lucky enough to experience all of Rocktober in England as well as the Down Under Rampage in Australia. She posted a shiteload of photographs on Facebook, but unfortunately, they are set to Friends only. I asked her if I could post a some from the tour (I’ll post more if I get a chance), and here are a few of my favorites:

Blue by Kerry Harris

Bad Little Boys in Australia by Kerry Harris

Mike in Australia by Kerry Harris

Green Day now moves on to the Kiwis, with two shows in Auckland on December 18th and 19th. Hopefully no one will come down with dysentery there!


Happy Birthday, Mr. Cool

Since it’s already December 9th down under in Australia where Green Day will play their second show in Brisbane, I thought I’d get a jump on saying “Happy Birthday” to Mr. Tré Cool. Not that he’ll ever see this, but hey, happy birthday anyway! Tre is 37! Happy birthday and many more to you, Dude!

Here’s a blast from the past with Tre singing Dominated Love Slave in Hartford, CT:

Tré Cool sing Dominated Love Slave in Hartford, CT

Tré Cool Drumstick - London, October 24, 2009


Tre Talks with Australian Radio on Nova 96.9 FM

Green Day is in Australia right now preparing for their two-week tour of that country which starts on December 4 (whenever the heck that happens here in the States, I have no frigging idea). The kids from Australia at the GDC posted this link from Australian Radio as Ryan Monty & Wippa chat with Tre on Nova 96.9 FM.


Breaking News! Hair Report and Dominated Love Slave

The Lushie Nuns and Beth posted this awesome video from Turin. The Rev is gone as Billie returns to black and something wonderfully crazy happens at the two-minute mark. Enjoy!


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!

UPDATE! VIA GREENDAY.COM! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Tré Cool on Rick Dee’s Top 40 Countdown

Green Day from Rick Dees Top 40 Countdown

Green Day from Rick Dee's Top 40 Countdown

Green Day’s Twitter feed posted a link to Greenday.com and a recording of this week’s Rick Dee’s Top 40 Countdown, featuring Tré Cool with Dees. If you can make it through the actual music, listen to this week’s countdown here. I’m listening now and will re-post when Tré comes on and will let you know what you can skip.

Update: The interview takes place in Hour 1, Part 2. Tré talks from his hotel room in Paris, France while the band is on tour. Green Day’s “21 Guns” is at Number 36 this week in the Countdown.


Tré

Tré Cool’s drumming is magical. He beats out a rhythm like a possessed shaman calling daemons and spirits into the arena of play. He’s got a touch of madness, too, and let’s face it, every great drummer has a touch of the mad.

I really wanted to hear Tré sing and play the guitar on “Dominated Love Slave” at least once during the four times that I saw the band this summer. Alas and alack, I believe he graced the stage with DLS only twice, once in Hartford (as I’ve said before, I should have gone to Hartford as well as Albany), and Nashville. At San Antonio, I made a sign that I folded into my pocket with the phrase, “Who the Fuck is Tré Cool? Dominated Love Slave, That’s Who!” LOL. No opportunity afforded itself for me to pull the sign out, and San Antonio was the tamest of the four shows that I attended. While the show itself was great as usual, there where no signs and no real wild moments at this show, except for Sara’s “Longview” performance and stagedive, unlike the many crazy little moments that constantly happened at Albany and the two MSGs.

Since this was my last opportunity to see Tré do this song (unless something changes when I see them in England in October), I was a bit sad that I missed the opportunity to see him come from behind his drums and wow us in the audience with a song about the sexual joys of staples and beltsanders. Oh well.

Anyway, after one of the shows on the West Coast, Tré surprised a bunch of fans near the tour buses and serenaded them with “Like a Rat Does Cheese,” a song rarely performed in polite society. That’s why you must watch it many times. LOL. This has already been around the Internet at a number of sites, but it’s well worth seeing a few hundred times.

Tré Cools Sings “Like a Rat Does Cheese.”

Tré Cool Sings “Dominated Love Slave.” – Hartford, 2009


Green Day is Different

Down Home Goofballs

Down Home Goofballs

Green Day is different from other bands and let me tell you why.

There are only a few bands or musicians that I have been ga-ga over, and the list is pretty generic, so I won’t go much into who they are. Green Day is the first band that I’ve made an attempt to see more than once or twice in a lifetime (and certainly not more than the five times I’ve seen them since May), except for The Presidents of the United States of America, and that’s mostly because the tickets were cheap and they have the same sort of “let’s-have-a-damned-good-dancing-time”-type of vibe that Green Day does. PUSA’s lyrics never were as deep as Green Day’s can be, as you can only mine so much depth by singing about peaches and bullfrogs. Green Day manages to kick lyrical and musical ass, sing about deep and stupid things, make you laugh hysterically, and generally seep into the very fabric of your soul and pull out those dark secrets and fears that you attempted to pretend that you never had.

I missed out on seeing The Talking Heads and Nirvana when they were together (and in Cobain’s case, alive, R.I.P.), which is two of the items on my list of Top 50 Regrets in Life. Jane’s Addiction and The Red Hot Chili Peppers were fantastic shows, but I’ve never desired to see them more than the once each that I have seen them. I’ve seen the requisite U2 and Police shows (remember, I came of age during the 80s, so those were the major bands that I grew up on). I’ve seen The Who and Pink Floyd once each (I saw God at Pink Floyd, no really, I did) and The Grateful Dead twice, though I have never been a fan of the latter. One time was free because the bar I worked at was the largest buyer of Budweiser in New York City and the company gave the bar owners a free skybooth at Madison Square Garden as a gift and the other time… well, I was dating someone who was into them. I finally saw David Bowie during his New York City Five-Borough Tour from 2002, and I can now die fulfilled. The tickets were only $17 if you were a member of Bowie’s fan club, and truthfully, I joined the Fan Club just to get tickets. If you have never seen Bowie in a college auditorium (the 1,814 seat Colden Auditorium at Queens College, straight out of the 1950s), then I think I’ve got at least one up on you!

I’ve seen bands in small and large venues, and since my dad owned a bar in Detroit while I was growing up (The Moonglow Lounge, read about it here, last two paragraphs), I saw more live R&B music before the age of 10 than anyone can shake a stick at. In fact, the scene in Eminen’s 8 Mile where Cheddar shoots himself in the groin was filmed a 1/2 block from my Dad’s bar. I grew up on that corner. I may not have first-rate punk creds according to die-hard punk schmucks who scream about “selling out and sucky music,” but I spent many a night at St. Andrew’s Hall in Detroit seeing punk and new wave bands including The Cure and others whose names I can’t remember now. Hell, just growing up in Motown gives me music cred that many people can’t touch. In other words, I know what I’m talking about.

So then, what makes Green Day different? Four words sum it up: “Billie Joe, Mike, Tré.”

From the moment that I first saw them pop onstage at the bleary hour of 8:30 AM on a Friday morning in the freak show that was Good Morning, American Idiot back in May, I was blown away by the extreme attention they paid to and the very deep connection that these three guys have with their audience. Billie Joe actually talked to people in the crowd and not at them. Mike actually looked people directly into their eyes and not over their heads or as if they didn’t exist. Tré actually expressed his contempt for the setting in a way that was fun and fuck you at the same time. In other words, they were humans beings who just actually happened to be rock stars. I was floored and fell hardcore in love with them as a entity. Oh yea, the music was damned good, too.

In other words, the difference that I, personally, believe that Green Day has that other bands or musicians don’t quite possess at their level of stardom is the respect that they have for their fans as well as the 1000% level of enthusiasm that they produce whenever they are on stage. I’ve heard stories about how they sometimes don’t stop to sign autographs or tell fans that they’ll be out of the bus in a few minutes and never come out (I’m specifically talking to you about that last one, Tré), but I’ve also heard stories about fans breaking their knee by falling down a flight of stairs at a venue right before the show and them coming out to say how sorry they were that the fan was missing the show that night (I’m specifically talking to you about that one, too, Tré).

I’ve seen them nurture young and old performers night after night by bringing them onstage, unknowns when they got up there and unknowns after they left, but superstars for their time in the limelight. I’ve seen their kids dancing in the pit and their wives hanging around like real people. They’ve even gotten to the point in life where Billie has such an enthusiastic happiness, and is obviously a gigantic family-oriented man, where he can pull his sister onstage (as happened in either Seattle or Vancouver, at the beginning of the tour) and make his mom walk down from her seat in order to excitedly (the first time ever, I think) introduce her to a crowd of thousands (see below). These are rare moments for any fan to experience, and Green Day wants to share a good portion of their lives with you.

Green Day with Mrs. Ollie Armstrong, Salt Lake City, Utah

In the middle of the show that I went to in San Antonio, Billie was standing at the end of the catwalk when he looked down and saw a fan who had been in the same area for the previous four shows, including San Antonio. He looked her in the eyes and said, “I remember you, you were at the show last night.” She replied that she had been at three other shows and this was her last one. He looked at her tattoo and said, “Oh wow, you have my name tattooed on you,” and when he said it, you could hear a humbleness and an awe in his voice that is rare among non-famous people and seldom heard in action from famous ones. And in Kansas, when he usually breaks out into Storytimes about fighting an asshole or pissing in the closet at the start of “Before the Lobotomy,” he took a moment to tell a fan how beautiful she was:

Billie Joe Takes the Time to Tell a Fan How Beautiful She Is, Kansas City, Missouri

Green Day fans get a lot of crap for being Green Day fans. We tend to talk about them too much because we are excited to see them touring again or we want to share a song or a lyric and nobody but another diehard fan gets it. In a UK Absolute Radio interview with the band from earlier in the year, questions (and quite a few good ones) were provided by members of the Green Day Community, including one questioner who asked if Green Day understood the influence that they had over their fans, going on to state that they were “the most influential strangers in her life,” which Mike, rightfully and funnily, said was “totally awesome and super creepy at the same time.” We struggle, like Kelsey, a guest essayist at nothingwrongwithme.com, to put into words how much they mean to us, and tend to isolate within Green Day-only fan club sites because there are few places in the “outside world” to share about them. We have to put up with stupid remarks about selling out or how they were never punk or how they used punk to get where they are today. Few of these purist jerks acknowledge that Green Day is one of the hardest working bands out there and that they have consistently kept their ticket prices low ($49.50 for the highest ticket without fees as compared for $140 for a Madonna show). As a case in point, throughout the predominately glowing reviews that the band has gotten during their U.S. tour (I’ve only seen one negative one and the author was a bit too hipsterish for my taste), there is usually one or more commentators who would like to tell everyone how much Green Day blows. (For example, see the first comment from the Salt Lake City review here.)

To paraphrase from “Jesus of Suburbia,” we don’t care what anyone says bad about Green Day. Fans know that Green Day, after 22 years on the music scene and 16 years of fame, is different from other bands. Yes, we might have our gripes about setlists or dropping songs from shows unexpectedly or wishing that they sounded like Dookie again or being horrified that American Idiot is going to be a musical (not me, but some are horrified), but all in all, you know, we know them and they know us. Ya know? And that’s what makes them different from other bands and musicians out there right now. They want to share life with us to a point and understand that they wouldn’t be where they are without us and we wouldn’t know ourselves better without them. It’s a win-win synergy for fan and band alike.

This is what we think of you if you don't like us

This is what we think if you don't like them

Photos by Ross Halfin


Green Day Live Withdrawal: San Antonio Edition

The last of Green Day’s four United States tour shows that I attended (Albany and the two shows at MSG being the first three) occurred this past Sunday, August 9th in San Antonio. The show is a bit of a blur to me since I had flown in that morning to Austin and drove directly to San Antonio and stood in the hot Texas sun for a few hours. I was wiped out before the show started and by the end, drained.

Billie Joe Armstrong with my red hat and East Jesus Nowhere Kids - Green Day - AT&T Center, San Antonio, August 9, 2009

Billie Joe Armstrong with my red hat and East Jesus Nowhere Kids - Green Day - AT&T Center, San Antonio, August 9, 2009

Photo by Chris Dugan, greenday.com

I remember Billie taking my silly red hat with the “13” and the skull, and Sara’s wonderful turn in “Longview,” as well as her funny stage dive that was more like a “crowd hop” with the audience carrying her directly back to our spot at the front barrier afterward. I remember “Welcome to Paradise” and “No Pride,” and Tré’s turn in “Hitchin’ a Ride” and Mike trying to throw me a pic and missing, but really, everything else is a blur. Frankly, when the guitar of “Minority” began in the first encore and the drums kicked in and the confetti started flying, I had to force myself not to cry. I felt a bit stupid for tearing up, but it truly dawned on me then that another fantastic show (each of the four better than the one previous to it) had ended and more than likely, I would not see Green Day live again until the Summer of 2010.

It was quite overwhelming.

I was standing at the very front of the barrier that separates the stage from the audience, at the feet of Mike and Billie. We had very clear views of each other all night and I didn’t want them to see (not that they would have) any sadness or tears on my face after two hours of smiles and laughs and play. But really, I couldn’t help myself. The final acoustic guitar solos that Billie did that night, “Words I Might Have Ate,” “Last Night On Earth,” and of course, “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)” hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn’t turn around to see Billie at the end of the catwalk during “Words I Might Have Ate,” and I couldn’t muster up a smile either. I just stared backstage and watched Mike and his wife, Brittney, and looked at the lights and the stage and the organ and the drums and tried to remember the pyro and all of the great stage moments that the band had given me over the course of four shows in two States.

And then, the last notes of “Good Riddance” were strummed, Billie turned around, walked up the catwalk with his guitar in the air toward backstage, and that was it. I let out a giant sigh, and turned to Sarita and J’net and the other GDCers and ICers that I was with and headed out. Truly, it had made me happy to see everyone so happy but now it was back to reality.

I am suffering from withdrawal and the proud remnants of a giant, Green Day handgrenade-shaped bruise on my upper arm.

Barrier Bruise - Green Day - AT&T Center, San Antonio, August 9, 2009

Barrier Bruise - Green Day - AT&T Center, San Antonio, August 9, 2009

Luckily, I’m flying out to Berkeley to see American Idiot: The Musical next month, for the September 25, 2009 show. (Frequent flyer miles and friends that I can stay with, yah!) There’s an after-show discussion, probably just with the cast since Green Day’s European leg of the tour starts on September 28th in Barcelona. I picked the date so that I could listen to the cast and director talk about the vision and direction for the show. If Green Day shows up, well, it’s an added bonus, but truthfully, it’s ok if they don’t, too.

I’m lucky to have this one last event of the year, but, if I had the time or money, I’d head to England in a heartbeat and see the shows there. It may sound daft, but I’m saving every penny so that I’ll have more freedom next year to pick and chose to see them again in the United States and hopefully, England. I would love to go to South America to see them early next year, too. It’s always good to dream.

Thanks to Billie Joe, Mike and Tré (and Jason and Jason and Jeff), and the crew (especially Micah with his kitty ears), and the Verizon gang (Chris and Britton and the wonderful girl whose name I never caught) and the security (even if you were assholes sometimes, but at least you kept everyone safe), and Chris Dugan for the amazing photographs and all of the Idiot Club and Green Day Community fans that I met or talked with, for an amazing four nights of music, fun, punk, dancing, bruises, pyro, pranks, old songs and new ones, happiness and everything else in between. May the Lushie gods keep us all safe and rocking on until we see a Green Day show next time (which is quicker for some of you than others 🙂 ).

Set List:

Song of the Century
21st Century Breakdown
Know Your Enemy
East Jesus Nowhere
Holiday
The Static Age
Before The Lobotomy
Are We The Waiting
St. Jimmy
BOBD
Murder City
Hitchin a Ride
Welcome To Paradise
No Pride
Several Song Medley (Rock You Like A Hurricane, Master of Puppets, Iron Man, and a couple of others)
When I Come Around
Brain Stew
Jaded
Longview
Basket Case
She
King For A Day
Shout
21 Guns
American Eulogy

Encore 1
American Idiot
Minority
Encore 2 (Acoustic)
Words I Might Have Ate
Last Night On Earth
Good Riddence