walking alone

ok. last summer i was sitting in the parking lot of the caribou coffee shop in my grandma's car in north fucking carolina, scared out of my wits, about to come to scotland, when they announced green day's new one "american idiot". i celebrated. spilled my caribou freezer. called my friend who never calls me back.

i've waited until now to download the entire album. yes I fucking said 'al-bum'. i waited because I was afraid. afraid of the fact that I've loved these guys forever. hung out in their dressing room (fun fun) once. they played our club twice. billie joe asked me if i was a drag queen. i waited because i didn't want to ruin a perfect love affair. i waited because while i was busy growing up the past couple of years the boys were growing up. billie got fat and then not and tre is still a fag then not. and I moved on. so did schmidt and misstress and pat and guy and don and kevin and carl and adrienne and greta and duard and jack (rest his soul) and steven t and stevin (azo) and stephen (sprouse) and coyote and lily and debbie and all of them. I still have my tattoo from 7am that monday morning - a truly green day. but now, i must say, to whatever soul ends up reading this, that:

I haven't been this excited about an ALBUM since i used to come home from the record store, surgically remove the saran wrap off my new queen, blondie, pretenders or new to me james brown album and devour every lyric, and polystyrenous morsel. or since patrick (briggs who introduced my o bj,t,m) did psychotica before brian ripped him off. pat new something. if see this fucking call me motherfucker. i miss you. but anyway, for the first time in a long time, a rock band is SAYING SOMETHING. and there's MUSIC involved. TOP music.

love,

american idiot martin