Cleavage Matters (and other observations)

So, on our way into the Greenday concert, the Palace had signs everywhere stating the many items not allowed in, amongst which are recording devices. Security was checking everyone and had lovely piles of confiscated goods, such as pop bottles and lighters, and were sending people back to their cars with their cameras. The security guard who was checking people in the line I was standing in was an older guy, probably 50s. When I got to the front of the line, I opened my purse so he could see that I was clearly not smuggling anything in. On top of all the crap that I keep in my purse were my binoculars kept in a nice Nikon case, which looks very much like a camera case. He barely even glanced at the bag and waved me through. He made Rob turn his pockets inside out. Just goes to prove that low cut, fitted shirts and lots of glitter strategically placed really make a difference. ;-)

Rob and I were glad to see that we were not the oldest people at the concert. There were older people there: mainly parents with their 10 year old kids. First off, Greenday likes the word Fuck about as much as I do. It's not the concert I would be taking my 10 year old! Second, it became evidant to me and Rob that some parents must not be listening to the music before they agree to escort their children to the concert. Before the song Holiday, Billie Joe announced that it was a big "Fuck You to George W. Bush." Cheering ensued. And seconds later we see a father dragging his child up the steps and out. Coincidence? Could be. But somehow, we doubt it.

For any of you have listened to Greenday, you know that they are a punk rock band. I've been listening to them since high school. Songs from their latest album, however, have been played on the Top 40 stations. American Idiot is a kick ass album and I'm glad to see it get so much playtime. The problem with this, however, is that you get crowds of girls who look like they should be at the Hillary Duff concert instead. Most disturbing. When I was in high school it was the freaks who listened to punk music, not the pom pom squad. I doubt they even understood the political statement of the album (and it's blatently obvious!). At one point when Billie Joe was introducing his band members, he introduced himself as "George W. Bush." People cheered. You boo mother fucker. Boo. This was AFTER he gave W. the big "Fuck You" with Holiday. It's sad when the angsty music of your youth has become the place to be seen and buy your t-shirt so you can wear it the next day in school.

That being said, Rob and I had awesome time. Which is what really matters, right? Whether your a pop-princess-punk-wannabe or the thirty-somethings (which is nothing to complain about since we figured Greenday to be in their early thirties).