WARNING: This video of Billie Joe Armstrong having a rock and roll moment is not safe for work.
So okay…Green Day’s lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong is checking into rehab after he yelled the F word during a performance, dissed Justin Beiber, and then smashed his guitar.
Maybe the guy has a substance abuse problem.Yes. Take care of that.
But the rest of it? Fuck YEAH.
I mean, C’MON, isn’t this what rock and roll is? Behaving badly? Calling out other punks for not being rock and roll enough? Smashing your damn guitar to show the freaking iHeartRadio crowd that you’re fed up with the corporate machine whose teat you’re forced to suck? Because, ewwww…metallic tasting.

“I’m forever near a stereo saying, ‘What the fuck is this garbage?’ And the answer is always the Red Hot Chili Peppers.” -Nick Cave
Actually, I don’t know that Green Day was forced to suck anything. For all I know, the band is perfectly happy not to restring their guitars for anything less than six figures and a crowd of ten thousand. And I’m not saying that the band is relevant as a force of Hope I Die Before I Get Old, what with Bille Joe Armstrong being 40 years old probably bitching at his own kids to put on their helmets when riding bikes and to use hand sanitizer after pottying.

On smashing guitars: “…there had to be a kind of act of vengeance against the consumer society that was telling people like you and me that we had to have a Fender with those funny little Phillips screws on, otherwise we weren’t real people.” -Pete Townshend, 1990
And frankly, as much as I want to dislike Internet music curators as much as I hate the word “curator”, I have discovered some pretty cool stuff on iHeartRadio and Pandora. Stuff the “real” radio isn’t going to play (unless you live near a liberal college with a radio station that turns a blind eye to student DJs doing whip-its during the 2AM shift.)
Still…sometimes all this neatly packaged and programmed art feels like a walk through the back alley of Main Street Disney. It looks grungy and it smells like urine and beer. But in reality, it was some socially content and psychologically fit technician peeing on the dumpster and emptying a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon on the ground.
I suppose that’s a good goal: social contentment and psychological fitness. No pain, no sadness, no need for outrage. Really, no need for rock and roll.
But we’re not there yet, are we? So in the meantime – while I hope Billie Joe doesn’t completely self-destruct or OD on whatever substance he’s abusing – I’ll cheer on a bit of Eff You and smashing guitars. Rock is dead they say? Long live fucking rock.
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