Death of the Sexy
Green day rocked. It was incredibly obvious why they have statyed so popular in the past decade and why they have so much success with their new album. Billy Joe Armstrong can definitely sing and wail and entertain. I’m amazed at how just one man (accompanied by a bassist and drummer) can get a crowd of 50,000 people on their feet cheering, screaming, and dancing. They sound exactly like they do on their CD and I’m pretty sure they weren’t using a large amount of background tracks to enhance their sound. And also, it doesn’t hurt when the yell out “SAN FRANCISCO!!!” fifty billion times in one of the proudest (and gayest) cities in the world. With all the extra pyrotechnics, lightshows, and fireworks, the show blew everyone’s pants off. I can see how people might say that they’re sellouts though; I guess everyone says you’re a sellout once you start raking in the dough. Hell, $45 x 50,000 = a whole lotta’ fucking money.
But alas, today marks the death of the sexy (7/11/05 to 9/25/05). My Vaio Pocket MP3 player got tossed onto the ground and the fragile earphone port was busted. I opened her up and did some intensive surgery while I was at work, but the P.O.S. surface mount connector ripped up all the solder pads when it hit the ground. How homoriffic is that. So, I called up Sony and just said “I can’t hear music out of my left earbud” and they’re going to send over a big box of tissues… j/k they were actually cool about it and are sending me a box for me to ship the unit back to their repair facilities. Only hope I have is that they don’t find my excessive soldering I’ve added in my frantic efforts to fix the device. Ce La Vie.
Funny though. I was about to ask the Sony customer support representative “Yeeeeaaaahh…. I was wondering if you could just send me an Ipod instead?”