Plus! Bonus catty hate-texting!
Seeing Billy Idol. Experiencing existential despair. Please airdrop Lydia Lunch STAT.
You went to a Billy Idol show willingly?
Outside Lands. Part of the package.
With a VIP pass, he cried less, less, less.
Dear 13-year-old Jamie: it is 2015 and you are seeing Billy Idol and thinking, "I wish I was seeing Sir Mix-a-Lot again instead."
He's wearing a sex pistols t-shirt and non-leather pants.
Who's up after Cyberfogey?
Me: "Is he playing light my fire?"
Maddy: "...not well?"
Oh, classic. Two of the most icky male sex symbols for the price of one!
Also Generation X was a terrible band so stop using that as your claim to legitimacy.
Is Steve Stevens playing with him still?
Yes, and he is at least wearing leather pants.
Someone is holding a huge sign saying "looking for someone to hold during Elton John"
Oh god that's so sad.
Did Billy Idol invent duckface?
I think Steven Tyler did. Billy's the sneer guy.
But in either case, I'm sure you're seeing a lot of duckface right now.
Billy Idol is now throwing out dozens of frisbees. Is there a less punk rock thing to do?
During Mony fucking Mony.
I can literally feel my vagina drying up.
I think it's dead.
At first I was fantasizing about Lydia Lunch showing up and kicking his ass but I think that's overkill. We could get by with Goldfrapp. Or Yelle.
Hell, that girl from the Cranes.
At Bootie now, and Smash-Up Derby just played "Dancing With My Single Ladies" and in 2 minutes they were better than Idol's whole set.
Lindsay Stirling was really good though
[quiet retching sounds]
Ha, I kid, I only heard her from inside a porta-potty because I don't give a shit about Riverdance.
Aw, you were listening to rancid shit in its natural habitat!
Doesn't this mean, technically, that you do give a shit about Riverdance?
At the very least, you were making lemonade after life handed you lemons. #feelingblessed