I was all set to go see Birdman on Sunday afternoon when a friend texted me that she had a free second row ticket to see Billy Idol at the Lincoln Theatre. Hello, change of plans.
I was pumped that Broncho was opening. Apparently this was not a commonly held sentiment at the show and I got yelled at by an elderly lady when I stood up their set. At this point I realized that, 1) I was the youngest person at this show and 2) Billy Idol diehard fans are an intense, weird, mean bunch. For the record, I remained standing. Screw you, old lady. And Broncho, you are all sorts of awesome so please come back to DC soon to play a venue that I won’t get yelled at for doing normal concert things.
This same elderly lady, like all the other old people at this concert, lost her shit when Billy Idol hit the stage. We’re talking tweens at a boy band concert level of losing their minds. One 50ish looking woman jumped on stage and went toward Billy and was promptly thrown off stage by security. It was amazing. People throwing themselves at the stage. Shouting all sorts of things that normal people do not shout at other people. One 50ish dude lifted up his shirt to…show Billy his chest? This behavior would have been intense in the eighties. Add in the fact that Billy Idol is 59 and looks much older than that and it’s even more perplexing. He basically looks like Skeletor if Skeletor decided to dress like Billy Idol for Halloween.
But damn the man can still sing. “Dancing with Myself” was an early highlight. He rocked through all of his hits (plus plenty of songs that I’d never heard of but the old people were eating up) saving “Rebel Yell” for the end of his set. He returned for an encore of “White Wedding” and “Mony Mony.”
A fun, if very strange, experience.