It seemed the stars and moon were perfectly aligned for punk
rock’s most endearing outfit Green Day to treat an enthusiastic
Singapore audience to the time of their lives. IT’S something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right. I hope you had the time of your life.
– Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life), Green Day IT
started with a drunken bunny ... or rather, a man in a bunny costume
staggering onstage with two beer bottles in hand, bizarrely dancing to
YMCA. While
we will never know who was really behind that bunny suit, we do know
that it was the start of a fantastically unpredictable and frankly
brilliant rock concert by punk rock veterans Green Day in Singapore
last Thursday night.
Who you calling Pete? Billie Joe Armstrong replicating Pete Townshend’s (of The Who) signature stage antic in Singapore.
“STAND
UP!” was the first order frontman Billie Joe Armstrong barked out when
he came on stage. And immediately everyone in the seated areas obeyed.
After all, when Armstrong tells you to do something, you just do it. And just as soon as the intro to set opener
21st Century Breakdownrang out, everything else was forgotten, including the rather tame
opening act Prima Donna (the five-piece band from the United States
tried their best, but when you’re opening for a band as big as Green
Day, it sure is going to be a losing battle to win the crowd). Even
from that very first song, the unpredictability was there, with
Armstrong stopping mid-song so the security guards could fix the mosh
pit barricades. Other random and mad things he did – grabbing members
of the audience and hauling them up on stage to sing and crowd-surf
(one lucky fellow even got to sing the whole of
Longview by himself); leading impromptu sing-alongs of
Love Me Tender,
Hey Jude,
Highway to Hell and er ... Pink’s
Get The Party Started(“Hey, I LIKE Pink!” shouted Armstrong in response to the crowd’s
booing); and most infamously of all, mooning the audience (final proof
that this is one band that will NEVER be able to perform in Malaysia). Never
mind Chris Martin. The Coldplay frontman’s much-vaunted showmanship
seems almost tame compared to Armstrong’s wildly energetic and insane
antics and his ability to get the crowd going with a mere gesture of
his hands. Armstrong was the supreme circus ringleader, playing
the crowd like an extra instrument, with us gamely doing whatever he
told us to do and singing whatever was asked of us. Heck, he could have
told us to eat our shoes, and we would have done it. OK, maybe not, but
you get the picture. And lest you think this is a one-man band,
think again. Bassist Mike Dirnt was more or less the quiet one, but
still managed some Olympic-grade running up and down the stage
throughout the show, while drummer Tré Cool was one of the maddest
drummers ever, flouncing around in a red bra during
King For A Day and flipping his drum sticks into the air after every song.
Love me tender: Armstrong soaking up the love from the ravenous audience in the Singapore Indoor Stadium.
Between
Armstrong’s antics, Dirnt’s energetic playing and Tré Cool’s flying
drumsticks, there was always something happening to keep the crowd
pumped up and high throughout the two-and-a-half-hour, 27-song concert.
Amazingly, the band (and the crowd) managed to keep those high-energy
levels up throughout the entire show, which was no mean feat,
considering how much jumping, screaming and head-banging was going on. Unlike
other bands who tend to only play material from their latest albums
(which invariably leads to awkward moments of silence in the crowd),
Green Day knew what
this crowd wanted. The set list was
an unpredictable, eclectic mix of almost every hit the band have had in
their 21-year career, and included songs from almost every album they
ever made – from the most recent
21st Century Breakdown (
21 Guns,
Know Your Enemy,
The Static Age,
East Jesus Nowhere), their acclaimed rock opera
American Idiot (
Boulevard of Broken Dreams,
American Idiot,
Holiday,
St Jimmy,
Give Me Novocaine) and even older songs from their
Dookie,
Nimrod,
Imsoniac and
Kerplunk days like
Basketcase (fantastically nostalgic),
When I Come Around,
Welcome To Paradise,
Hitchin’ A Ride,
Jaded Burnout,
Brain Stew, and the fist-pumpingly defiant
Minority. Even
when Armstrong announced during the encore that it was going to be
their last song, you knew it wasn’t – especially when the final song is
the marathon nine-minute masterpiece
Jesus Of Suburbia, which for me was the highlight of the whole concert. Appropriately
enough, it was all down to Armstrong to finish off the show all by
himself armed with nothing but an acoustic guitar and three songs –
Last Night On Earth,
Wake Me Up When September Ends and appropriately enough,
Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life). In
the end, like the closing line of that final song, this was one
massively crazy, wonderful and unpredictable show, but in the end, it
was more than just right. And boy, oh boy, did we have the most awesome
time of our lives.