Went to see Billy Idol's Kings & Queens of the Underground Tour. We came up with seven or eight of his songs off the tops of our heads, so that was enough to spend a few hours after from my feverish Encyclopedia Madonnica: 20th Anniversary Edition writing (free ticket).
He looks pretty okay for 59 and, surprisingly, still runs around shirtless. He's the definition of a nostalgia act, really embracing all the aspects of Billy Idoldom that his fans crave (the hits, the snarl, the rock bad-assery). I was bored by the very old, pre-pop material and cringed through “Mony, Mony” (always hated that one), and his “Dancing With Myself” was consistently off-key, but there were highlights and it was pretty fun. No “Catch My Fall” and no “Hot in the City” (gasp!), but I think just about everything else you would want.
Don't get me started on the crowd. Tall couple in front of me joined at the hip = wall, plus the chick was a fist-pumper. Lots of drunken hedge-fund flunkies grinding on younger women. I said don't get me started.
Still, it was an amusing night out. I had just written about that odd pic of Billy, Sam Kinison, Madonna and David Bowie that's floating around the Internet.
No idea what was happening when his eyes crossed, but check out the 13 shots for some less unflattering ones!
After the jump, a snippet of Billy Idol Billy Idoling around...