The band Green Day has a special place in my heart. From the first time I swiched on my radio and heard Boulevard of Broken Dreams to the day I learned that it was they who played it, I knew that this was one heck of a band.
When I heard Jesus of Suburbia, I thought that this was merely one more fabulous result of a late-night law-breaking smoke.
Then I heard the unedited version.
I immedeately commenced to have a religeous experince.
I love this song because it requires persistence. Nine minutes and eight seconds of music is a commitment, especially for a pop-culture that enjoys instant gratification and waits too long for it.The song is a saga, the movements as clearly defined as any Mozart or Rutter. It is as much an epic ballad as Bohemian Rhapsody, and has as much of an impact as American Pie did. It is longer than Alice's Restaraunt, and it has just as much of a cult following.
There's at least one "great" every decade.
Green Day might not be it, but this song is something else.
Parental descresion adviseable, dad.
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Oh, jeez. Green Day? Seriously? I sneer in your general direction. (to be read with a French accent.) :p
Typical Parisian. Really, I am not proud of my choice in music, but I am just naturally drawn to the good stuff when I find it. Like Rent. And Fresno. And the Beatles, for cryin' out loud!!
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