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Sorry for the double post but found this really cool pic of Billie:

Excuse you sir. Who gave you the right to look this damn good?! pic from Brad Ogbonna (via rollingstone)

Just for you. Or how about we lose a few more? Or just forget about buttons altogether?

Well it's been over a week since anyone posted in this thread so here's some more Billie pics:

When you overhear the music from Mean Tweets coming from your co-worker's desk, leading you to jump up and run to her desk shouting, "My guys are in that one!"

I have known and liked Green Day alot since 2005, but it was in september this year that I decided really to listen to them from their first album to their last. I haven't heard all albums yet but I'm getting there. I'm surprise by how much I really like Green Day. I can't get enoght and I really didn't know how great they really are. It's hard to explain how much I really like them. I really understand people, most of you, who have them as their favorite band. It is going to be very hard to not say they are my favorite band. Just in case I wrote that wrong. Green Day is not my favorite band. To sum up, Green Day really is something else. I'm lost for words!

^^that is a repost of @rage_and_love80‘s edit on instagram. hilarious 😂 Umm... Billie & Post Malone:

More GD pics from Henry Ruggeri:

When you wonder what that piece of paper in your bed is but you know before you unfold it that you’ll never escape. It's in your pockets. It's in every bag. It's on your floor. It's in your bed. Soon it will be in your food.

The picture from @Rumpelstiltskin2000 above was taken by the same guy who took this.. .... shame about the Billy bit.

From Tyla Yaweh's instagram story

Well, who doesn't love a little Billie tongue?

I thought I'd received some regular I ❤︎ God spam, But Then I Realised... Satan is coming if I don't "stop listening to these bands" Hope you're all ready to REPENT

In that case you have my condolences. The plague is spreading everywhere.

pls don't do this to me.... lmao

https://www.9news.com.au/world/narwhal-puppy-rescue-pup-dog-tail-head-golden-retriever-usa-news/108e35f4-c74f-409f-995b-4af03d9f270e aww

Still nothing on Australian dates

I was thinking the exact same thing. Maybe you had to go to college to learn it 😂

I can't believe that Billie, a literal alcoholic, didn't know beer pong.

Says "Green Day literally raised me...," missed spells Billie's name wrong on every post of him last night...

When the advertisements on GDC think you REALLY, REALLY want to buy this Huevo con Unicornio

Goddamn buttons 🤬🤬🤬

Its back up for sale in London now. https://reverb.com/item/29026067-fender-stratocaster-1970-olympic-white-ex-billie-joe-armstrong-green-day

Same photo but now Lenny has sunglasses and Billie hair!

one day my old bits will be recycled and sold

Looks like Dead Sound are teasing a new song at the show on the 6th:

So now his new victim is Lenny the dog

He must be bored.

From Billie's instagram story (not in the right order!):

Man Billie looks young here 😍

Ooooh @Montclare you nearly inspired a naughty response with that comment but I’ll behave 😉😇😅

“The Coverups, whose members include the band themselves as well as many of their alumni” ? What does that mean? Alumni? Graduates of Green Day? 😂 And the author missed the fact that Tre is in Dead Mermaids, meaning he’s of course involved in the show but not as a surprise drummer for The Coverups 🙄

So excited, I got my ticket!!!! Can't wait. Will be making the drive down to So Cal soon, yeah! Hurry up December.

I knoooowww! It's like he looks right into your soul. These are from the same photoshoot and I really love all of them:

this is so reletable to me as i'm writing something for uni rn step one: fancy opening paragraph step two: data data data look i did research step three: therefore, i've come to the conclusion that everything is FINE which means this paper is thereby over

Article here from Stereoboard - Not Quite Hella Mega: How 'Warning:' Quietly Set The Table For Green Day's Blockbuster Era https://www.stereoboard.com/content/view/225984/9 When the Hella Mega tour rolls into stadiums next summer, Green Day will be right at home. From its name on down the trek—which will find the pop-punk veterans joined by emo survivors Fall Out Boy and alt-rock provocateurs Weezer—is poised to embrace spectacle at each turn, wringing every available drop of goofy grandeur from the headliners’ latter day sense of pomp and circumstance. But lurking just around the corner from the confetti blasts and audience participation is an anniversary that shines a light on a time in Green Day’s history when concept albums, pyro and crowd-pleasing weren’t on the agenda. Next autumn, their divisive sixth LP, ‘Warning:’, turns 20. At no point could this group of songs have been slapped with the title ‘Father of All Motherfuckers’. First, let’s luxuriate in some numbers to set the scene. Each Green Day album released between 1991 and 1997 has achieved Platinum status (at least) in the US. ‘Dookie’ has gone Diamond after passing 10 million sales. Two decades on, ‘Warning:’ is stuck on Gold. Honestly, look at this loser. And its outlier status has only been rammed home by the fact that the band almost immediately ditched its stylistic bent in favour of the black shirt/red tie amateur dramatics of ‘American Idiot’, an album that itself has just marked a major birthday by turning 15. That has gone Platinum six times over, if you’re asking. The reasons for ‘Warning:’ being cut adrift are almost entirely contextual. After the snotty clapback to success that was ‘Insomniac’, 1995’s rapidfire follow up to ‘Dookie’, and the manner in which 1997’s sprawling ‘Nimrod’ found fresh levels of maturity within their existing sound, it served as a culmination of sorts to a difficult period of creative soul-searching. Green Day, they wanted us to understand, was a band populated by grown ups who liked British Invasion pop, not a potential empty gesture from some punk kids who’d used three chords to unlock the Federal Reserve. They might have spent the summer completing another Warped Tour trek, but as autumn approached they sought for ‘Warning:’ to be taken seriously, because they took themselves seriously. “I think our antics sort of get in the way of what people think,” Billie Joe Armstrong told Rolling Stone at the time of its release. “But I think this one, for me personally, was a lot more articulate than the last one. The last couple of records I feel were sort of reacting to a time period, but this time I think we’re making an action, and I think we’re making bolder statements than we ever have before.” Those statements, though, were presented in a manner that was more Roger McGuinn than 924 Gilman. The title track, an outrageous lift of the Kinks’ Picture Book, is an ideal scene-setter. Its loping acoustic stride leads into the peppy Blood, Sex and Booze and Church on Sunday. Both land somewhere between the Sonics’ garage-rock yowl and straight up Rickenbacker jangle—close enough to the middle of the road for some diehards to reach for rock’s emptiest, most dispiriting phrase: sellout. ‘Warning:’ was relatively well reviewed, but met with a lukewarm response on the street. The reality, though, is that these are entirely passable Green Day songs. With a little more dirt under their fingernails, they could have been issued at any point in the preceding decade (perhaps as b-sides if we’re talking ‘94-’97). See if you can find MTV’s 2000 Live Without Warning special online—Church on Sunday is the second cab off the rank and sounds like something culled from ‘Kerplunk’ in a live setting. What ‘Warning:’ did was quietly double down on some of the theatricality and open-hearted emoting that would allow Green Day to transition into their Bush-baiting blockbuster era. While their sound would soon shift gears again—the title track from ‘American Idiot’ replaced the Kinks as wounded party with Dillinger Four—many of the core materials were already in place four years earlier, and in some cases existed as far back as ‘Nimrod’. They were essentially hiding in plain sight. In the title track and the furiously overblown march of Minority, there are embryonic versions of the banner-sized slogans that lit up ‘American Idiot’. “One light, one mind, flashing in the dark,” Billie Joe sings. “Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts. ‘For crying out loud,’ she screamed unto me. A free-for-all, fuck 'em all.” Jesus of Suburbia, much? For further foreshadowing, drink in the maudlin closer Macy’s Day Parade, which takes an American cultural standard and tips it on its head. “The night of the living dead is on its way, with a credit report for duty call, it's a lifetime guarantee,” Billie Joe earnestly drawls. “Stuffed in a coffin ‘10% more free’.” If these exercises in low-key rabble rousing feel a little awkward and unsure of themselves, particularly the broadly execrable Minority, they do ensure that ‘Warning:’ isn’t entirely cut adrift in the broader narrative. With hindsight they also suggest that ‘American Idiot’ wasn’t as much of an about face as it initially appeared. That record’s politics were inescapably of their time in a post-9/11, mid-Iraq War America—Green Day’s noisy awakening as a political band was almost entirely reactionary, but Green Day are a reactionary band. The skyscraping ‘American Idiot’ was a completely on brand response to the muted reception that awaited ‘Warning:’. It’s the nihilism of ‘Insomniac’ vs. the runaway success of ‘Dookie’ all over again. But its form, thematic cogency and soapbox grandstanding would stick around through ‘21st Century Breakdown’ and beyond as the band embraced a ‘size matters’ approach. That reality has essentially divided their discography into pre-and-post ‘American Idiot’, which is the distinction that causes ‘Warning:’ to stick out. It doesn’t really fit in either camp—it’s the forgotten pitcher who throws the eighth inning and allows the closer to clinch the pennant. Fifteen years along the line, ‘American Idiot’ reigns as one of the crucial late period reinventions in modern American rock, and also as the defining factor in Green Day being able to stage spectacles with the scale and gleeful lack of subtlety that will characterise Hella Mega. The ‘Warning:’-era trio were on a different wavelength, but they’d probably find a few things to get on board with among the fire and festivities. It’s their show too.

It reminded me of what Billie said in BIAB, how you could be having the worst day with everything going wrong in your life and then you get onstage and have an awesome show and for that brief moment it’s all good. Knowing what they were dealing with back home with SWMRS, it was good to see them enjoying themselves like that in the moment. 💚

I could listen to other people talk about how awesome GD are until the cows come home!

@solongfromthestars great article and what a balanced approach you have been able to take. Hats off to both you and your mum. 👏👏👏 I am nearly ages with your mum but without her major health problems and gigs have become seriously hard work in the last few years. I have noticed of late that I am subjected to more and more ageists comments which, frankly, make me crazy. I feel like telling those people that sex was not invented in the last 20 years, nor was punk or rock music or many other things, e.g. exercise and gyms for women were largely fought for by our generation. However, thankfully there are always people who’s behaviour is so awesome, they makes up for those others. I have no idea how your mum manages to do what she does, but I wish her many more great gig experiences and kudos to you too for recognising how awesome she is, supporting her and highlighting these issues. 🦄🦄

This is a piece about the devotion of disabled fans who return to shows despite physical challenges and ableism. It's not just about Green Day, but it's based on experiences of following them and The Longshot on tour. https://www.mariagloriaharvey.com/post/disability-and-devotion "I've spent a lot of time photographing and talking about fans who sleep on streets. Their devotion is amazing. Now, though, I want to pay some attention to a kind of fan who’s rarely acknowledged, yet equally devoted. They are the disabled fans who know they're unwelcome in the pit, even at shows altogether – but they're still there, singing every word."