Upon being told at the MGM Grand Theater that the band had just a minute to wrap up, Armstrong went into a tirade, which quicklywent viral.
“You’re gonna give me one minute?!” he yelled. “I’ve been around since f–ing nineteen eighty f–king eight, and you’re gonna give me one minute?! You’ve gotta be f–ing kidding me!”
“I’m not f–ing Justin Bieber, you motherf–ers!” he continued. “Let me show you what one f–ing minute f–ing means,” he said as he smashed his guitar on stage.
You know how you know you’re not punk rock anymore? (h/t Other McCain)
When you’re playing the MGM Grand in Vegas, and you lose your shit because they tell you to wrap it up in a minute, and go full diva on another performer who’s not even there, and then you don’t even play anymore. Because, punk rock songs take so long to play.
Minor Threat could have fit two songs into that minute. Of course, they would have never played Vegas, because the purists accused them of selling out when they played the 9:30 Club.
You are a wiener, Billy Joe. A self-important asshat coasting on past glories (the last good Green Day album was Nimrod. There are no exceptions), dressing up like Sid Vicious (down to the knockoff sweater), imagining himself to be Sid Barrett, on his way to being one of Sid Caeser’s punchlines:
You are the dull story, Billy Joe. Get ready for Dr. Drew.