Green Day, ADHD and Man-O-Rexia

If you know me at all, you are aware that I love Green Day. Truly.

I'm not one to dive into new albums, or even pirate them. I get around to them in my own sweet time.

So when my father in law told me to Tivo Carson Daly's new show last week, so I could see Green Day perform all week, I did.

After attempting to watch the last show, I think that the reason they call the show "Last Call with Carson Daly" is because you must be drunk to enjoy it. OK, maybe not completely drunk, but at least a little buzzed or have ADHD.

Why? Because once they get through with 8 different circular nausea pans over the crowd and stage, the band flows from the into into lyrics and no shot is held for more than 3 seconds. I timed it. It is insane.

The songs? I don't know. My brain is too pissed off about the flick-flit-flap of the crap camera work.

Carson? Dude. Los Angeles is surely more health conscious than NYC, but seriously? Won't your producers buy you at least one sandwich? You don't even have to put mayo on it, man. Please, please, someone buy Carson Daly a sandwich.

Thank you.