So I went to Birmingham on Tuesday to see Green Day. Originally the plan was to see them only on Wednesday, but after checking out the arena I decided to go on Tuesday as well and boy am I glad I did!.
Tuesdays set was phenominal and a bit longer than wednesdays. On tuesday I decided to review them for purplerevolver.com (as I just got home I can't yet but feel free to check out my interview over there with dead by april..I was drunk when I done the interview so apologies.) So that meant no drinking..well very limited drinking anyway. Fireworks, fire and more my god they had it all!
On wednesday I decided to blow all away and have a few drinks. That thought was shattered after downing several double JD's with ice. I wasn't anywhere near drunk, I was more merry. As we waited for the doors to be opened (with me smoking like a train) My idea of wearing a vest top and ripped denim skirt seemed to be a bad idea, but when we got in there stood bang smack in the middle of the pit I was so happy I wasn't wearing jeans or my ass would have been sweating more than santa's does after his xmas rounds. It was manic. To be fair there was no pit. it was more little fan girls wanting to touch billie joe, with me merry as hell being sandwiched between two girls. (the good point was for most of it I wasn't stood on my two feet, I was so sandiwched these two girls held me up in the air..so bonus!) After about half the set my boobs were sweaty and I needed nicotine and beer, so I ducked out. I was happy getting pissed at the back to be honest. I mean, if there was a pit then I would have been all over it, but seeing as it was just people screaming 'BILLIE JOE!' what was the point? If he was in my place he would have thought 'fuck it I'd rather have a beer' too.
After the show my mate wanted to meet the band, I was still smoking away, freezing my ass off, and sure it was gunna get icy soon (especially as we had to walk half an hour to our hotel) but the band just sodded off on their tourbus (both nights!) so fuck Green Day.
and heres a personal letter to them that I did myself.
Green Day.
My god your show was amazing! I mean flames, fireworks! jesus christ ! But on to a different subject now. Your arses. Dicks if you please. You couldn't give two tosses about fans who wait for hours after a show to see your asses! My friend wanted some things signed for her uncle who has cancer (and he loves you guys!) But guess what! you just bugger off on your tourbus. Hey I guess 16 thousand times 35 is a bloody good bit of cash for a 2 hour set. Surely signing a few autographs comes under your 56,0000 per day pay check? Right?
Use your brains next time and instead of walking on to your busses and not even acknowledging the people stood in freezing conditions, atleast try a little wave.
Ok so I sound like a groupie. To be honest though. My mate had a valid reason for getting some signed things (it was her uncles autograph book) and for them to just swan on to the tourbus left her really upset and me with a really cold ass and fuming like hell (I wasted drinking time!)
So to anyone out there reading this that has a band. Remember your fans get you to where you are as much as your talent does.
Tuesdays set was phenominal and a bit longer than wednesdays. On tuesday I decided to review them for purplerevolver.com (as I just got home I can't yet but feel free to check out my interview over there with dead by april..I was drunk when I done the interview so apologies.) So that meant no drinking..well very limited drinking anyway. Fireworks, fire and more my god they had it all!
On wednesday I decided to blow all away and have a few drinks. That thought was shattered after downing several double JD's with ice. I wasn't anywhere near drunk, I was more merry. As we waited for the doors to be opened (with me smoking like a train) My idea of wearing a vest top and ripped denim skirt seemed to be a bad idea, but when we got in there stood bang smack in the middle of the pit I was so happy I wasn't wearing jeans or my ass would have been sweating more than santa's does after his xmas rounds. It was manic. To be fair there was no pit. it was more little fan girls wanting to touch billie joe, with me merry as hell being sandwiched between two girls. (the good point was for most of it I wasn't stood on my two feet, I was so sandiwched these two girls held me up in the air..so bonus!) After about half the set my boobs were sweaty and I needed nicotine and beer, so I ducked out. I was happy getting pissed at the back to be honest. I mean, if there was a pit then I would have been all over it, but seeing as it was just people screaming 'BILLIE JOE!' what was the point? If he was in my place he would have thought 'fuck it I'd rather have a beer' too.
After the show my mate wanted to meet the band, I was still smoking away, freezing my ass off, and sure it was gunna get icy soon (especially as we had to walk half an hour to our hotel) but the band just sodded off on their tourbus (both nights!) so fuck Green Day.
and heres a personal letter to them that I did myself.
Green Day.
My god your show was amazing! I mean flames, fireworks! jesus christ ! But on to a different subject now. Your arses. Dicks if you please. You couldn't give two tosses about fans who wait for hours after a show to see your asses! My friend wanted some things signed for her uncle who has cancer (and he loves you guys!) But guess what! you just bugger off on your tourbus. Hey I guess 16 thousand times 35 is a bloody good bit of cash for a 2 hour set. Surely signing a few autographs comes under your 56,0000 per day pay check? Right?
Use your brains next time and instead of walking on to your busses and not even acknowledging the people stood in freezing conditions, atleast try a little wave.
Ok so I sound like a groupie. To be honest though. My mate had a valid reason for getting some signed things (it was her uncles autograph book) and for them to just swan on to the tourbus left her really upset and me with a really cold ass and fuming like hell (I wasted drinking time!)
So to anyone out there reading this that has a band. Remember your fans get you to where you are as much as your talent does.
blueyak:
awesome weekend, and ya fuck most famous. Once they get money and fame they become assholes (and they wasted drinkin time).