[ Written by Abbey ]
I recently went into a Green Day funk and I have just about dug myself out of it. I have come to accept, with love and honesty, that I will never be GREEN DAY SUPERFAN! First off, I LOATHE to call myself a fan - fan sounds well, all Laurie L - if you took the insert at face value and not as an insult - which I think it is, how the fuk did it end up in Kerplunk?. But I digress - I simply have a lot of love for the band and their music and you can call me a fan but I’ll still cringe inside.
After getting over the shock of seeing them in concert and having that experience infect me in the most bacterial-spreading way I did what any 21st century goober does and I took to the internet to diagnose my new found Green Day disease and search out others that had been infected. JOY OF ALL JOYS - there are so many of us infected there are cyber-wards for us to delight in our disease together! Nurse Delfina Rachet here at NWWM makes sure we all get our daily Green Day meds - no hiding them under your tongue people!
So I delight in discussing Green Day, their left-coast punk roots, the music, the lyrics, the shows, the growing old(er) with them, the sweat lodge communal experiences that only us purely diseased fans can appreciate. “Billie Joe gave you the finger! How awesome!” However, I am also finding these undertones of operating-thetan (OT to you scientologists out there) levels of fan-ness: highest attainable level - SUPERFAN!. We can debate this but I think as fans (gasp), we all want to have an individual, unique experience with Green Day. Personally my dream experience is to take Tre to Nobu and share my favorite yellowtail jalapeno sashimi with him, drink an offensively expensive case of cab with Billie Joe and take Mike down with some jagerbombs (caffeine! alcohol! together!). Yes, I’m more likely to win powerball.
Green Day fans wait outside venues for DAYS to get a chance at a rail-spot for a look, a touch, a stage moment, the water-gun, a wrestle (that’s a new one), a shot at Longview. I die for each and every person that gets that gift of the individual connection - I LOVE to share in that experience with them thru their own world view - what was running thru their mind, the impression it left, how does it make them feel now. The thing that bothers me about it is they then become the SUPERFAN! I take nothing away from them for making that moment happen, for giving themselves the comparative advantage to be in the right place for that experience, perhaps by waiting outside in the rain for 30-hours at a venue. BUT I JUST CANT DO IT. So I am relegated to never being Green Day SUPERFAN! I have nothing to put on my GDC signature that can signify my status in the SUPERFAN! club. I will never be on-stage, at the rail, I will never have that moment and sadly neither will hundreds of thousands of other dedicated Green Day fans. The boys know there is no intimacy in performing in stadiums so they create the hugest fan spectacle love-in they can and I so truly thank them for that. But as their tour bus has chugged on across the globe I dove deeper into my funk seeing the SUPERFAN!s delight in their status as I scraped thru the interweb to find any new-ish interviews.
To conclude this long and self-serving ramble, after MSG2 I saw a SUPERFAN! at a hot dog cart right outside Penn Station (he had played Tre’s drums on stage). I went up to him to say hi and introduce myself. The kid grabbed me, gave me the hugest, warmest, most genuine hug (keep in mind this was NYC) - he was just beaming. He needed to share with me as much as I needed to mooch off of his SUPERFAN! experience - it was at the heart of what I love sharing with all you SUPERFAN!s out there. So I ask all you SUPERFAN!s, be kind and humble to those of us that will never be up at the rail. And Green Day know that there is a person up there in section 401 row Z that loves you, and a fan that doesn’t have the money to get to a show that loves you, and a fan that is too young to be allowed to your show that loves you. We may never be SUPERFAN!s but we struggle for that connection and love you all the same.
October 30, 2009 at 9:22 pm [ Category: Essay, Personal ]
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