Right off the bat, let me say one thing: I would not be writing this article if it wasn’t for Green Day. Like so many others before me, Dookie and American Idiot allowed me to think critically about my experiences as a teenager, and encouraged me transcend the liminal space of a casual music listener to transition into a disciple of punk rock, and music in general. Needless to say, when I was granted the opportunity to cover Green Day’s Revolution Radio tour stop at Detroit’s Joe Louis Arena (the penultimate rock concert to be held at the arena before its demolition), I was chomping at the bit… and put professionalism aside almost immediately.
When I arrived at the press entrance, I was greeted with a scene that felt straight out of Being John Malkovich, where I was quickly ushered through a locked door into a secret will call area to speak to a woman who disappeared into a completely different room to find my ticket. The ticket I received indicated that I had been placed in a seat in the arena’s lower bowl, which certainly wasn’t good enough for me: I was there to see my favorite band of all time, the one that inspired me to do… well, everything. Luckily, I already had planned for this potential unfortunate reality, and had figured out a trick that would grant me easy access to the floor section, merely feet from the stage. Crisis averted; mission accomplished!