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May. 27th, 2008 08:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
revidWow, I'm speechless. Last night was fucking insane. Or at least Billie Joe Armstrong is fucking insane. He was completely blotto, but there's more to it than that. I may have some deep psychoanalysis later on what has to be a pathological desire to be loved, to be touched, to be freakin' dry raped on stage...but for now let's say I have never seen a frontman perform like that. Ever. He was over the top. I was afraid for his personal safety at a few points, but clearly he never was.
I have to go hit the road for West Hollywood right now, so details will come, but I leave you with my favorite moment. While he's introducing the band, when he gets to Mike, he doesn't use the stage name. Instead, he goes up behind him and completely wraps his arm around his head so Mike's chin is in the crook of his elbow, and says "my best friend, Mike Dirnt!" and kisses him. AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
I have to go hit the road for West Hollywood right now, so details will come, but I leave you with my favorite moment. While he's introducing the band, when he gets to Mike, he doesn't use the stage name. Instead, he goes up behind him and completely wraps his arm around his head so Mike's chin is in the crook of his elbow, and says "my best friend, Mike Dirnt!" and kisses him. AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
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Date: 2008-05-27 04:28 pm (UTC)Eeeee!!!! This make my inner fangirl all aflutter!
Also, from all the recaps I've read, I agree about him needing a serious psychoanalysis. Pathological desire to be loved, indeed! I think you nailed it.