Show Notes: negzero1: "I was at this show and actually have the concert poster advertisement autographed by the band (I met them afterwards). I'm down there in the pit somewhere. Tickets were $20 - I have the poster to prove it."

Tojo1978: "I'm sure I will get a lot of crap for this but I am going to be totally honest. This was and is still the shittiest rock concert I have ever gone to. The tickets were expensive for the time ($50-ish) and they only played, and not very well, for 45 minutes. The opening act (The Riverdales) were far more entertaining. Also, the venue was like 60% sold which makes for a crappy experience. Most overrated band of the 90's."

Wendy Eckenswiller: "Oh my god, thanks for posting this!! It was my first Green Day show. The tickets were for my 15th birthday... Shit, I'm getting old."

Sudsy Sutherland: "I was like 17-18 years old here. We took a limo because we came from St. Marys, Ontario which is only 5,000 people, in-between Stratford and London. But what a blast we had there, man!! I still have my ticket stub from this show."

"I went to see Green Day in 1995 when I was all of 18 years old because I thought it would be fun. As I said, for that time 50 bucks was a lot but I gave it a shot. At least I know better now that Green Day is the most over rated band of the 90's. Shit, they had to get a second guitarist because Billie Joe can't pull it off live. I feel bad for you, you're probably too young to know any fucking better."

Rolling Stone: "Don't throw your sneakers at the band. Seems like common sense. But there's no persuading the crowd during a Green Day show at Maple Leaf Gardens, in Toronto. Even a string of obscenities from singer Billie Joe Armstrong can't stop the footwear from flying. Then all of a sudden, Armstrong stops thrashing his guitar - smack in the middle of a searing rendition of 2,000 Light Years Away - to beckon one barefoot fan onstage to collect his rightful property. No hard feelings, Green Day's leader appears to tell him. The stage-struck kid scrambles up, takes a nervous bow and bends over to lace his shoes. He ought to be watching his back, though: Armstrong is behind him, wearing a boar's head Halloween mask and brandishing a butcher's knife. The crowd roars, and the kid, unharmed, leaps back into the snarling mosh pit. Minutes later, Green Day bassist Mike Dirnt bounds toward his microphone to add harmonies to a rousing cover of Operation Ivy's Knowledge, only to get smacked in the forehead by a wayward high-top basketball shoe. This time, Armstrong doesn't even notice. He's too busy ripping chords from his blue Stratocaster and contorting his face through a rogues' gallery of grimaces, gauging each one for maximum audience response. Then he turns his back to the arena and drops his pants. That's entertainment, Green Day style. Pretty soon panic-stricken security personnel are chasing down kids who have jumped from their assigned seats to the general-admission floor, dragging them out the exits. Has the evening finally gotten totally out of control? We'll never know. 'Thanks a lot, because we don't take this shit for granted!' Armstrong shouts, and the band walks off. In the dressing room, Armstrong heads straight for a sofa in the corner and clams up. Bored? Perhaps. Exhausted? Most likely."

Opening Band(s): The Riverdales