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Show Notes: Aaron Cometbus: "3 days of wild abandon, drunken stupor and Saran Man. Woken up on the 3rd day by the roar of chaisaw + chickens in the bed. Great clam cakes, fried squid, and canoening, too!!!"
XxRedundantCastaway86xX: "Green Day played at my future wife's English teacher's house in South County, RI. Supposedly the entire house got wrecked: holes in the walls, broken furniture, etc. I guess that's what happens when Green Day shows up at the smallest state in the US to play at a house party filled with high school students."
Billie Joe Armstrong: "We had a few day off, so this girl said she would have a party at her house. Her dad had a massive collection of antique bottles in the living room. We knew the would come crashing down, so Aaron, Mike, Sean, John and I put duct tape across all the bottles. John was missing a cymbal stand so this girl who was hosting us took a piece of rope, and people took turns just holding it up. As soon as we started playing, the house just got completely wrecked. That was the first time I ever saw Aaron get really drunk. I urinated from the top of the stairs on this young couple that was getting together for the first time. People were throwing everything out of the refridgerator onto John. So John got naked and wrapped his whole body in Saran Wrap, running around being Saran Man. John was trying to get together with this girl but he couldn't remember her name, so he got a bunch of eggs and walked around to each person going, "Say your name." When you said it, he would smash an egg over his head. Nobody really had any etiquette when it came to dating at the time. There were all kinds of stupid shit. I remember waking up the next day, and someone was running through house with a chainsaw. And there were chickens all over the floor."
John Kiffmeyer: "Then, the next night, we had a silly radio show interview, right? So I go surfing and everybody else goes out and eats clamcakes. We're just raging on this fucking state that's about as big as my fucking foot. Then, we're standing at a pay phone 'cause we were gonna call the radio station to see when we had to be there, and there's some punk people sitting next to the pay phone and they were talking about a party and I just introduced myself and said, 'Do you need a band?' And they said, 'Well, we were looking for a band.' And I said, "Well, look. We're from California and we wanna play your party.' They said yes. Three cars, plus our van, drove all the way out this place called Hope Valley and we drove up to this guy's house and there were like three people in this guy's house. And a ton of antiques. There were two kegs, and maybe 20 people, tops. So, we played and then we just basically raged on this guy's house to the point where I remember standing in the living room, completely naked, wrapped in Saran Wrap. Seriously. And they were pouring beer and mustard on my head. And they had this crap up here called [Marshmallow] Fluff, which they don't have in California. [Marshmallow] Fluff is like this shit, it's like marshmallows in a jar or something, and they were pouring it on my head. And this is in the living room, okay? And this is all true. Live chickens are walking around this fuckin' room. I get up, walk upstairs and Aaron Elliott's sitting out in the porch with a big box of Frosted Flakes. We drank the last of the beer and we just bailed the state. We just got outta there. No, actually, I think we went to a show in Providence that night and then we bailed the state. We went to Manhattan and that was it. But Providence... Crazy, man. Fuckin' crazy."
gdtourvan1990: "Wednesday July 18: After the Skate Hut show we stayed with a kid who we nicknamed Coppertone Ken. It sounded like a wild night. In the morning, after beer for breakfast, Sean and John performed a curbside oil change on me and after that we joined a few of the local kids for a trip down to Newport for a swim in the ocean. It occurred to me; Operation Ivy toured in a Newport. Nice car, except when someone puts rocks in your hubcaps… We arrived at Easton’s Beach and the guys all dipped their heads in the ocean to celebrate making it to the opposite coast, then John commandeered some kid’s surfboard to show the locals how it’s done. Later, while waiting in line to use the payphone at the beach, two young women were overheard making plans for a house party and the guys invited themselves to play. We caravanned for a few miles out to a secluded house in Hope Valley and a small group of kids. Since I spent the night in the driveway, I can’t say much more than that the kids made quite a ruckus much of the night. Thursday July 19: Even though the party completely trashed this kid’s (parents’) house, the guys were welcomed to stay the night and for breakfast they poured beer on their Frosted Flakes because all the milk was lost in the food fight in the living room the night before. Yes, there were chickens walking around inside the house that morning, but I never saw the dude with the chain saw. Aaron and John took a canoe for a paddle in the lake behind the house. Somewhere between the Skate Hut, Easton’s Beach or Hope Valley, Mike met a young woman who drove a Pontiac Firebird. Was it a T-Top? He rode with her and she led us over to her parents’ house where they all sat by the pool and drank Pepsi from glass bottles and everyone was very well behaved. That night we headed back to Providence and ended up at the Dunkin’ Donuts on Washington and Union Streets; and while the guys were enjoying some donuts and coffee one of the local kids ‘accidentally’ started a fire in a trash can. The guys had to run down the street as the fire trucks arrived and that was the moment we drove away from Rhode Island and into the night. Friday July 20: While it was time to leave Rhode Island, there really wasn’t anywhere to go for a few days due to an unfortunate hole in our schedule; so we headed south and arrived in Manhattan, again around rush-hour. We passed by 53rd and 3rd and CBGB’s in homage to the Ramones and then drove over to New Jersey where, when Sean tried to pump some gas, the attendant nearly tackled him to the ground (There is no self-service gas in New Jersey). There was a potential interview on WFMU, but when that fell through we kept driving south through Philly, Baltimore and then DC. We passed (or were we passed up?) by so many great punk institutions; The Anthrax, Trenton’s City Gardens, South Street in Philly, The Loft in Baltimore, The 9:30 in DC; heck, on this trip, the guys didn’t play the Rat in Boston or the Electric Banana in Pittsburg either. “Green who?” was the reaction most times. If not for the tireless efforts of small town promoters and the countless kids who let the guys play in the basements of their parent’s houses, this wouldn’t have been much of a tour at all. We kept driving to Washington DC with the thought that there might be some place to play or stay, but no luck. We ended up parking in a dirt lot for the night in Fairfax, VA."
Sean Hughes: "Pretty vague summary of that leg of the tour. Best impromptu party ever tho. Wasn’t there Saran Wrap dairy and eggs involved, along with kids on acid?"