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Welcome to Paradise: the Bay Area’s Green Day history, complete

Missed part one? Read it here. For the complete list of landmarks, check out my Welcome to Paradise project.

Some fans call their tours of the Bay Area's Green Day landmarks a ‘pilgrimage’ – and rightly so. These places are so ordinary, so irrelevant, to everyone else. Yet for fans, it’s a spiritual experience as the songs – songs that have been everything from rallying cries to friends to first dances – become three-dimensional.

My mum, Joy and I intended to complete our tour in late 2018. It didn't happen. Then someone got an Eventbrite notification for a New Year’s Eve show with The Longshot and Prima Donna. News spread. We’d never been to one of these last minute Bay Area shows before. We'd never done anything for New Year's Eve, either... and we were never going to complete our tour if we didn't act on this. My aunt owed my mum quite a bit of money. The only way we could go was to beg her to pay up. A few refusals later, we booked (and now I owe my mum). It was surreal. Even as we boarded the flight, it wouldn’t sink in that we were going back, let alone going to the show!

‘Welcome home.’ Annabelle said as we hugged at the airport. The next day, sitting in Peet’s on Telegraph Avenue, the reek of coffee failed to wake me up. I was dreaming. I had to be. We walked on, almost striding straight past Stuart Street. My mum stopped us. This was it – the ‘corner of Stuart and the Avenue’ Billie Joe wrote of in the song named after this intersection. It angrily remembers his breakup with his ‘first love’ Amanda – ‘Ripping up my transfer and a photograph of you / You're a blur of my dead past and rotting existence / As I stand laughing on the corner of insignificance.’

Stuart and the Ave corner, Berkeley
Standing on the corner of Stuart and the Avenue

‘Play the song,’ Annabelle said, so I did. We stood on that 'corner of insignificance' reflecting on the jilted words. ‘Seasons change as well as minds and I'm a two faced clown / You're mommy's little nightmare driving daddy's car around / I'm beat down and half-brain dead, the long lost king of fools / I may be dumb but I'm not stupid enough to stay with you.’ Then we retraced what might, or might not have been their footsteps to the ‘Ashby house,’ where they met and lived.

Green Day Ashby Longview house
The 'Ashby' or 'Longview' house

‘[Basket Case] still reminds me so much of the Ashby house. That's the house we lived in, in Berkeley and our first video, Longview, was filmed there. We'd be cranking that song out in there, all of us playing in this one tiny room and our neighbours getting pissed because we'd play it five times in a row.’ - Billie Joe Armstrong, 2005

In a nearby CVS I bought a giant plush taco. It was too big to fit in my bag. Help! Now I had to carry a giant taco all over Berkeley with me. Anyway, after lunch at Berkeley Bowl, I finally got a good photo of an Adeline Street sign. Adeline Records, the now-closed label and clothing line co-owned by Billie Joe, was named after this major Oakland street.

Adeline Street sign
Adeline Street sign

People kept complimenting my leggings, but didn’t mention the giant taco. At this point, I should’ve known I was in Oakland.

We passed Rudy’s Can’t Fail Cafe, co-owned by Mike Dirnt, on our way to Target for supplies. Then I went to destroy Annabelle’s shower with my pink hair dye, because my hasty job looked terrible.

The next day, we awoke to pouring rain. It stopped long enough for us to attempt a trip to Lake Merritt. Mission abort! We got soaked and hid in Starbucks. When it stopped again, we wandered up to KP Asian Market. It has nothing to do with Green Day, but it was there. By the time we'd bought some $2 seaweed, it was about time for us to meet fellow English fans Michelle and Sarah (and Sarah’s husband Jay) at Rudy’s. We chatted about Green Day and the upcoming show. This was our first time actually eating at the Emeryville Rudy’s. I ordered sweet potato fries. They were delicious!

We moved on to the Ruby Room, where the Reverend Strychnine Twitch (AKA Billie) sang about ‘dirty floors and sticky tables.’

Ruby Room Foxboro Hot Tubs
Going down to the Ruby Room

14th Street, booze and swallow / I'm gonna drown my sorrow / Dirty floors and sticky tables / For the willing and the able / All the zombies on a hot Friday night.’ – Foxboro Hot Tubs, Ruby Room

I never got around to ordering a drink, but Michelle said the Coke tasted rancid. Definitely a good choice to illustrate the ‘hot Friday night’ of a drunk so desperate they’re a regular at a questionable bar.

Inside the Ruby Room, Oakland
Inside the Ruby Room

Finally, we went to have a look at the stage we’d soon be seeing The Longshot on. It was tiny!

Queuing began the next day. I’ve written a separate recap of the show, so I’ll just share one of my favourite photos here.

The Longshot live on New Year's Eve
Billie Joe Armstrong performing live with The Longshot on New Year's Eve

At the show we met up with Claudia from France, who we’d met previously in Santa Ana and Seville. The three of us went for lunch at Homeroom on New Year's Day. Our heads were too fuzzy to cope with anything else! Across the road at Subrosa Coffee, we ran into fans from Arizona and Texas. We chatted until the sun set over the toilet shop and it was too late for Claudia to pick up some bags from another fan in San Francisco (fortunately, he was happy to meet her the next day).

Berkeley Repertory Theater
Berkeley Repertory Theatre

On January 2nd, we took a relaxed walk to the Berkeley Rep with Annabelle. The American Idiot musical was developed and opened at its Roda Theatre. Banners still boasted a photo of John Gallagher Jr. as Johnny. Across the road, a sidewalk plaque celebrated Knowledge by Operation Ivy – which is probably Green Day’s best-known cover, too.

'It doesn’t make a lot of sense, but that’s what I love about it. When people see it, it’s going to be my wildest dream.' - Billie Joe Armstrong, 2009

Operation Ivy plaque in Berkeley
Plaque celebrating Knowledge by Operation Ivy in Berkeley

At the show, Claudia passed a rat plush to Billie, since it’s the Year of the Rat. Then she lost it. A homeless man with blankets walked by. My mum, squinting at his bag, said ‘that man has a rat plush.’ I turned. ‘It’s Claudia’s rat!’ So anyway, he’s enjoying a new life in Berkeley right now.

We got the bus to the Ivy Room in Albany. The Coverups, a ‘cover band that doesn't take requests’ – including Billie Joe, Mike, Jason White, Pinhead Gunpowder bassist Bill Schneider and audio engineer Chris Dugan – played their ever first show there.

Ivy Room, Albany
The Ivy Room in Albany, where The Coverups played their first ever show

Then we got back on the bus for a second attempt at Lake Merritt. Transferring on Telegraph Avenue, we passed The Uptown Nightclub, the last of four places Green Day played 21st Century Breakdown in full.

The Uptown Nightclub, Oakland
The Uptown Nightclub, where Green Day played 21st Century Breakdown in full for the last time

The Uptown was just up from the Fox Theatre, another of those four places. It also hosted the Dookie celebration where February 19 was declared Official Green Day Day in Oakland.

Fox Theatre, Oakland
The Fox Theatre

This time we made it to ‘take a walk around the lake.’ We did find the ‘garden in the park there,’ but it was shut. It was probably shut when The Rev offered to take Mother Mary, too.

The Gardens at Lake Merritt
Or we can take a walk around the lake, there's a garden in the park there 🎶

The sun began to set while we listened to Mother Mary on a picnic bench. We walked on to get ‘lost in the shadows’ as the Oakland skyline glittered in the serene water.

I set aside the next day to finish my recap of New Year’s Eve. Being in Oakland was kind of distracting, though. I was also wiped out from only sleeping for 15 minutes before the show. My body wanted to sleep. I switched my laptop off and we jumped on the bus to Berkeley Marina. We didn’t smash a bottle or go to jail, but then it wasn’t 3AM. I was busy sleeping by then.

Sunset and San Francisco skyline from Berkeley Marina
Sunset at Berkeley Marina, which stars in The Ballad of Wilhelm Fink

Said that I'd meet ya at the Berkeley Marina / 3AM when no one will be found / All I got in mind is a Boone’s Farm jug of wine / Smash a bottle in the parking lot / But considering our luck, we'll get busted by the cops / Instead of sex we'll go to jail / Another lesson learned and failed.’ – Green Day, The Ballad of Wilhelm Fink

Claudia picked us up in a rental car the next day. Blasting The Longshot, we headed up the I-80 to Christie Road. Then I switched my camera on to find the SD card was corrupted. I’d forgotten my spares. That could have been one of my biggest mistakes, but Claudia had the patience of a saint and drove us all the way back and then back again to Christie Road.

Christie Road, Martinez, CA
Arriving at Christie Road

Despite the nearby highway and refinery, the air was refreshingly cool and clear. In every direction rolling hills, dotted with trees and grazing cows, touched the blue sky. Old train cars sat on an unused line. At the entrance to the road was a farm, where a confused man squinted at us.

Tracks at Christie Road
Near the entrance to Christie Road

Christie was once a station but it disappeared in the 1920s. One line is still used. As well as a Green Day fan site, it’s a BNSF railway fan site. I wished I could've shared it with my grandpa, Roy, a train driver and railway enthusiast. The wagon labels he gave us to sell helped fund our adventures – which he’d shake his head at, before pulling me aside with a wink and telling me to have a good time. I hope he enjoyed Christie Road from paradise or wherever he is now.

We tentatively stepped up to the tracks. The iconic photos of Green Day on train tracks weren’t taken at Christie Road, but we still had to re-enact!

We wandered along the tracks, laughing hysterically at a certain musician for squeezing my arse on New Year’s Eve and a secret agent joke I won’t repeat. Or was it a joke? Only the residents of Christie Road know the truth. Dun-dun-DUUUN... Espionage plays!

Climbing down at a crossing, we walked back to the car. The confused farmer peered through trees to take photos of us. I don’t know if he thought we were after his cattle or just wanted to document the weirdos.

Tracks at Christie Road
See the hills from afar
Take me to that place that I call home / Take away the strains of being lonely / Take me to the tracks at Christie Road.’ – Green Day, Christie Road

As we listened to Christie Road, Claudia drove us all the way down, past the paved road onto dirt tracks as the car rumbled and lurched over bumps. She’d only just passed her driving test in France, making it especially impressive! We got out at Wyvern Farm, where the sign actually said ‘Christie Road.’

Christie Road sign
A Christie Road sign!

Here, away from the highway, only our footsteps broke absolute silence. Afternoon sunlight glowed on the green hills. Beautifully serene, it was easy to see why this was such a beloved refuge for the band; for anyone thinking ‘gotta get away or my brains will explode.’ The clear air, the silence, the presence of only grazing animals – it was reassuring.

If there's one thing that I need / That makes me feel complete / So I go to Christie Road / It’s home.’ – Green Day, Christie Road

Back on the highway, after narrowly avoiding knocking over a ladder, we passed the Rodeo San Francisco Refinery. Its towers, sudden modernity in the serene countryside, feature on the cover of Dookie. 21st Century Breakdown also mentions it while introducing Christian – ‘my town is blind from refinery sun’ – and referring to the polluted air Billie Joe grew up with in Rodeo.

We reached Rodeo, where Billie Joe grew up and Mike lived for a while in the Armstrong home. Parking on a quiet suburban street where a woman smiled as if she was used to Green Day fans, we showed Claudia the Rodeo sign where Billie took a selfie. I took one in 2018, so I just took a photo of the sign this time.

Billie Joe Armstrong Rodeo sign
The Rodeo sign

‘[Longview] was just living in the suburbs in a sort of shit town where you can't even pull in a good radio station. I was living in Rodeo, California, about 20 minutes outside of Oakland. There was nothing to do there and it was a really boring place.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2005

Claudia drove us around Rodeo. It was the perfect picture of American suburbia. We’d never have known one of the shops was, as Billie Joe put it, ‘kind of a speed hangout.’ It was that perfect picture that inspired not only Longview and the song Jesus of Suburbia, but his entire character; bored, angry and apathetic, with dreams of something bigger.

‘The first two lines of [Jesus of Suburbia] are the most haunting lines that have ever affected me.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2005

Next stop, across the Carquinez Bridge, was a Starbucks in Vallejo. This modern, unassuming café was once Rod’s Hickory Pit, where Sweet Children played their first ever show. Billie Joe’s mum, who worked there to support her six kids, convinced her boss to let them play. He and Mike were just 15. The audience of 30 enjoyed the show enough to invite them back.

We hadn’t planned anything beyond Christie Road, but I knew Benicia was this side of the bridge. So, playing Going to Pasalacqua, we drove the way early Green Day might, or might not have driven as Billie Joe wrote the lyrics. Its namesake, Passalacqua Funeral Chapel (39/Smooth spelled it wrong, or removed the ‘ass’), was a burst of light amidst suburban streets where porches faded to pitch black.

Green Day Going to Pasalacqua
Passalacqua Funeral Chapel, Going to Pasalacqua's namesake

It was cold now. We crept around the back, feeling slightly disrespectful since we weren’t dead yet. There was an empty parking lot. We took a few more photos – it’s not every day you visit a random funeral chapel in a town no-one’s heard of, after all – then got back in the car. We went to Pas(s)alacqua! Whatever that means, since Billie Joe said in 2010 the song is about revenge.

Here we go again, infatuation touches me just when I thought that it would end / Oh, but then again it seems much more than that, but I'm not sure exactly what you're thinking.’ – Green Day, Going to Pasalacqua

Just five minutes away were the Camel Barns, now part of the Benicia Historical Museum. Both Sweet Children and Green Day played there, sharing bills with Monsula, Separate Ways, Bumblescrump and Blatz.

The moon shone amidst glittering stars above. Claudia asked if I could take a photo of them. There was too much light pollution.

‘But you know where we could get great sky shots? Christie Road!’

‘OK! Let’s do it!’

It was official – we were going back for the third time in one day. On the way, Claudia asked about Concord and La Jolla, mentioned in The Network’s Spike. We had no idea where La Jolla was (it’s near San Diego), but Concord was close by. So we set the GPS and off we went to find something that said ‘Concord’ as we listened to Spike. I’d never have come up with that one myself!

The GPS’s guidance ended on a random, pitch black street. Nothing said ‘Concord.’ Sad... then, back on a main road, we spotted Concord Auto Service! That would do. We amused, or scared, or baffled locals again as mechanics stared at these random people photographing their shop. A funeral chapel was weird, but this was weirder. If we’d known that we would’ve gone to... somewhere else in Concord? What do you mean go back to Concord then?

Concord Auto Service
Dude, you don't even know who you're talking to. This isn’t even the weirdest photo in my archive.

The GPS still couldn’t find Christie Road, so it must’ve thought we really love golf going back to Franklin Canyon Golf Course. The highway was eerily empty. We hoped no one would come speeding out as the car rattled down the unlit Christie Road. Surely not? Who’d be driving up and down this road with less than 20 residents at night? We saw headlights. There was indeed someone coming. Claudia pulled over by the tracks, leaving the lights on so they wouldn’t hit us. We worried they still could. The approaching car slowed. Then it stopped. This was Baltimore 2.0, except this murder mobile definitely wasn’t The Longshot. I tentatively wound the window down. A man, face dimly illuminated by our headlights, peered out.

‘Do you… need something?’

‘Uh, no, we’re just going to take some nice night sky pictures.’


He drove off. I wondered if he’d seen us driving up and down and shrieking with laughter about bum squeezers earlier. He probably thought we shouldn’t have been driving. We got out, using my backpack and the car as a tripod. My mum and Claudia held flashlights to the tracks so I could focus the lens.

Christie Road at night
Christie Road at night

This time, feeling somehow like criminals – or enemies of the secret agents I wouldn’t mention earlier – we reflected on Outlaws, the nostalgic ode to youth described as a ‘sequel’ to Christie Road.

I found a knife by the railroad tracks / You took a train and you can’t go back / Forever now you’ll roam.’ – Green Day, Outlaws

Something moved in the bushes. It might have enriched the road’s serenity in daylight, but now it was just creepy. The cold crept up our sleeves and down our necks. I placed the ‘tripod’ on the bonnet while my helpful assistants lit the tracks again.

Christie Road at night
Christie Road at night

‘Was that light on before?’

My mum pointed to an amber light. She was sure, being a driver’s daughter, that meant a train was coming. The car was right by the tracks. There was no sign of headlights, so we kept taking photos.

Christie Road at night
Slightly blurry, but still pretty

Then we heard the horn. It was too late to move the car. I was sure the train was going to smash it to pieces and that we’d be in the firing line, too. So I did what one of my two favourite photographers, Frank Hurley, definitely would’ve done and turned to take photos.

See the hills from afar, standing on my beat up car / The sun went down and the night fills the sky / Now I feel like me once again, as the train comes rolling in.’ – Green Day, Christie Road

I didn’t really need to ‘feel like me once again’ after returning to Christie Road for the third time in one day, or visiting a random funeral home and taking photos in a Starbucks, but if there was any doubt about whether I’d been replaced with a secret agent – there was ‘me once again.’ We’d seen a train at Christie Road! The car survived! We survived! With photos! We were even almost standing (or laying injured) on a ‘beat-up car.’

As we drove down the cute, tree-lined road turned horror movie wood, my mum told us about a book she read called Loving Frank. In the last five pages a butler randomly came and killed the family with an axe. Thanks for that. Now we were sure the secret agents were coming.

Christie Road at night
Further down Christie Road at night, or as we fondly named it, 'the butler bit'

Almost back at the highway, we heard rumbling. Another horn. There was another train coming! This time we definitely weren’t close enough to die. Claudia braked and I leaned out to take photos. They’d have been better with an external flash and finally replacing my kit lens, but hey, we have some photos of the train ‘rolling in.’

We set the GPS for Foxboro. Claudia hadn’t seen the Foxboro Hot Tubs’ namesake yet. ‘Sign! Foxboro sign! There it is!’ we all shouted in unison before looking for a place to park. I bizarrely only took photos on my phone in 2018, so I was glad to take some more – and at night, when the band actually visited.

Foxboro Hot Tubs location
The Foxboro Hot Tubs' namesake, five minutes from Rodeo

‘The Foxboro Hot Tubs were a place we used to sneak booze and chicks into late at night. But most of the time it was just “dude soup.”’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2008

I shared that dude soup quote in 2018, but you can smell the words even without synesthesia. Stopping in Pinole on our way back, we showed Claudia Fiat Music, where Billie Joe learned to sing.

Fiat Music, Pinole
Fiat Music, where Billie Joe was taught to sing by Marie Louise Fiatarone

We also checked out The Red Onion. Billie Joe worked there for a while in his teens, but in 2018 we sat on the sign outside and forgot about it. All these things were pieces of a puzzle of inspiration that formed Jesus of Suburbia.

The Red Onion, Pinole
The Red Onion, where Billie Joe flipped burgers in his teens

Then we returned to ‘the centre of the earth in the parking lot, at the 7-Eleven where I was taught.’ A guy coming out saw us taking photos and raised his beers with a whoop. Bet all the locals think us Green Day fans are right nobs. Anyway, we bought a platypus plush and called them Willow.

Jesus of Suburbia 7-Eleven
At the 7-Eleven where I was taught

7-Eleven Jesus of Suburbia
The motto was just a lie

Claudia was due to return the car the next day, but there were more adventures to be had. She extended the rental. We drove over the Bay Bridge to San Francisco.

Bay Bridge from San Francisco Chinatown
San Francisco and the Bay Bridge

The Warning cover shoot, by Marina Chavez, took place in San Francisco’s Chinatown. I knew the bakery on the cover was Blossom Bakery, so I thought it’d be easy to find, but as far as I could tell it no longer existed. We felt a bit lost. Then I spotted a red and white awning that looked familiar. I compared a doorway to another photo from the shoot. The bakery did still exist – just under a different name.

Green Day Warning cover shoot

Green Day Warning cover shoot
Where Green Day walked on the cover of Warning

Setting the self-timer for 12 seconds, I hesitantly sat my camera on a bin on the other side of the road. People kept walking in front. Then we spotted another tourist and he was kind enough to take a photo for us.

Green Day Warning cover shoot
Re-enacting the Warning cover shoot

I recognised the end of the street from another photo. We showed the photo to another kind person we thought was a tourist, but turned out to be a local, who agreed to take one.

Green Day Warning booklet
This photo is also in the Warning booklet

Walking back to the car, another alleyway looked familiar.

Green Day Warning photoshoot

‘[With Warning] I wanted to start saying things in songs that I could be really proud of – that wasn’t just songs about masturbation. I mean, that’s significant, too…’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2004

Colourful houses passed as we drove up and down hills. It felt like being in both the When I Come Around video and City Escape from Sonic Adventure 2. One day I’ll take a photo of me skidding down streets on a broken plane wing (or pretending to, since the risk assessment might not go to plan).

Green Day When I Come Around video
Feeling like we were in the When I Come Around video

Looking for Hyde Street Studios, Google Maps took us to an unmarked wall. It had to be on Hyde Street, so we wandered down, wondering if we were somehow in the wrong place. Then there it was – a thin, unassuming blue building. We could easily have walked by. So this was where Green Day recorded Insomniac, fuelling up with caffeine between takes and Tré repeatedly ripping the calluses off his hands to perfect Panic Song.

‘The fact that that album came out, like, a year and a half after Dookie was us trying to cut off the bullshit in its tracks and just keep making music. That’s all we wanted to do, keep making music. Sometimes I feel that Insomniac is the most honest record I ever made at the particular moment that it was written and recorded.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, Kerrang

Hyde Street Studios, San Francisco
Hyde Street Studios, where Insomniac was recorded
’I felt at the time that there was a real urgency to what we were doing. There was a real urgency to stake our claim and say, “No, we belong here.” It was really important to us to make sure people knew that we weren’t just a flash in the pan.’ – Mike Dirnt, Kerrang

Following the actual route of the When I Come Around video now, we drove on to Misión San Francisco de Asís. The video opens and closes with night shots of its towers. It’s also pretty regardless.

Misión San Francisco de Asís
The When I Come Around video opens and closes with night shots of Misión San Francisco de Asís

Our last stop of the day was Haight Street. In Misery, the character Mr. Whirly – a Replacements reference – becomes homeless and sleeps there. We soon spotted a sign that said ‘Haight,’ but now we needed a parking spot. Hopefully Mr. Whirly was on foot, because it took several minutes of driving around in circles to find one. Claudia’s parking was impressive, though. Around us, beautifully painted and decorated houses climbed steep hills.

'Mr. Whirly had a catastrophic incident / He fell into the city by the bay / He liquidated his estate / Now he sleeps upon the Haight / Panhandling misery.' – Green Day, Misery

The last stop on our list was Highway 1, but it was getting late and we were all tired and hungry. We were also broke and Claudia was kind enough to buy us dinner. ‘Soul of Ms. Teresa’ right there! Driving back across the Bay Bridge was moving on from City Escape to Radical Highway. Don’t worry, that’s still not a Green Day reference.

It was strange looking at our almost-completed list the next day. Back in 2009, longingly looking at $1,000+ tickets to the Uptown show we knew we couldn’t buy, it really was hard to imagine ever visiting Oakland. Even in 2010, when we saw Green Day in Mountain View, we couldn't afford to cross the bay. This was still surreal. We decided on the ‘facility on East 12th Street,’ where ‘Jesus is filling out paperwork now’ in Homecoming.

Green Day - the facility on East 12th Street
At the facility on East 12th Street

‘There's a police station on 12th Street in Oakland. After I got charged with a DUI, I had to do a whole bunch of paperwork there to satisfy my community service requirement.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2005

I love the entire American Idiot album. Letterbomb is my favourite track, but the closest to my heart is between Are We the Waiting and Homecoming. Every time I hear Homecoming, it takes me back to Broadway, watching Billie Joe sing ‘you taught me how to live’ and thinking ‘shit, man, you really did.’ Even that blatantly autobiographical line about his 2002 DUI – well, I spent my money doing this instead of learning to drive, but for me it’s still one of many lyrics representative of the years I spent stuck inside as a teen. I’ll recycle the analogy that seeing the places that shaped those words is like loving a movie all your life and finally visiting the set. Anyway, was a boarded-up police station weirder than a funeral chapel? I’ll let the few readers who aren’t Green Day fans decide.

Me at the facility on East 12th Street
What am I doing at this boarded up police station, Grene Dae, ye twats?

Jesus is filling out paperwork now / At the facility on East 12th Street / He's not listening to a word now / He's in his own world and he's daydreaming / He'd rather be doing something else now / Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly / His life on the line with anxiety now / And she had enough and he's had plenty.’ – Green Day, Homecoming

On our way back, we spotted a Café Gabriela. It had nothing to do with Green Day and wasn’t even the same spelling, but I still took a photo because we were on a Green Day trip and Gabriella is an ¡Uno! ¡Dos! ¡Tré! outtake I’d love to hear. The trilogy is fabulous and you can’t change my mind.

I also took a photo of a Christian Science Reading Room because this photo by Bob Gruen exists.

We hadn’t managed to actually get into the ‘garden in the park there,’ so we went back. Success! We made it with 15 minutes to wander around. It was definitely closed when the Rev offered to take Mother Mary.

Completing the puzzle, we went to ‘take a ride on the midnight train...’

Oakland Amtrak Station
Oakland Amtrak Station, probably the station referred to in Mother Mary

...And ‘fall asleep at the station.’ I wasn’t actually paying to get on a train, so at least we couldn’t ‘miss our destination.’

We'll fall asleep at the station!

Outside, the lilac sky turned deep orange. The San Francisco and West Oakland skylines glittered in another stunning California sunset.

Sunset at Jack London Square
The San Francisco and West Oakland skylines from Jack London Square

Since I'd just been paid, we returned to 1-2-3-4 GO! Records to get me a Rock Roll Repeat shirt. Couldn’t resist. It’s always somehow calming to look through records, too.

1-2-3-4 GO! Records, Oakland
1-2-3-4 GO! Records, where Billie Joe built the stage with his son Joey

We stopped by Broken Guitars to take some photos and ask if they had more shirts yet. I knew I needed the photos for this project and the staff were lovely, but I felt so awkward because like, I have one dusty acoustic guitar buried under a sleeping bag in my bedroom. I might as well have ‘GREEN DAY FAN’ tattooed on my forehead. Anyway, I mentioned that I was making this project and they said it was cool even if they didn’t actually think so.

Christie Road sign Broken Guitars
Christie Road sign in Broken Guitars

Broken Guitars, Oakland
Spot the unicorn 🦄

We met Claudia at MacArthur BART Station. Now we were embarking upon a grand public transport adventure! OK, it wasn’t that grand. We got the BART to Hayward and then the 86 bus to Art of Ears Studio. Hopefully there was a return from 86, because it was cold.

Art of Ears Studio, Hayward
Art of Ears Studio, where 1000 Hours, Slappy, 39/Smooth and Kerplunk were recorded

1000 Hours, Slappy, 39/Smooth and Kerplunk were recorded and produced by Andy ‘Andro’ Ernst at Art of Ears. Only the latter was actually recorded at the Hayward studio – the others were recorded in a San Francisco studio that’s now closed.

‘$700 is not a lot of money to be making an album with. But that's what we thought was cool as well. We proved that you didn't need to have a huge budget, that you didn't need to waste a lot of time. I think if we had any more money to spend then we were so young and naive that [39/Smooth] might have come out crap.’ – Billie Joe Armstrong, 2001

A man peered out at us from inside. We probably looked like the secret agents we were still laughing about, so we explained we were Green Day fans.

‘I wondered what these punk rockers were doing out here,’ he said, ‘Yeah, that was me.’

My mum congratulated him on a great job. 39/Smooth was still one of her favourite albums. He was kind enough to invite us inside.

Inside Art of Ears Studio, Hayward
Walking into Art of Ears Studio

Most places, you visit and the only mark left by Green Day is the song playing in your mind. A cut-out of Billie Joe, ‘swearing’ he recorded at Art of Ears, greeted us as we walked in. Andro told us what a fast, one-take vocalist he was. Framed gold discs celebrated 39/Smooth and Kerplunk.

‘When we put out Kerplunk on Lookout!, it was like, “my drumming’s going to be on a CD!” Sometimes I have to remind myself that I’m in a band.’ – Tré Cool, 1995

Green Day - Kerplunk, 39/Smooth gold discs
Andro's gold discs celebrating 39/Smooth and Kerplunk

Admiring the CDs on the walls, we chatted for a while about other punk bands Andro produced, including AFI, Good Riddance, The Wynona Riders and Tiger Army to name a few. The studio was actually up for sale now. Andro was finishing up some of his own work before considering a move to Las Vegas, where he said there’s a lively punk club. He expected the studio to become part of the nearby cannabis farm. Well, that explained why we could smell weed despite being on an empty street in the middle of nowhere. He said it was cool we’d come on the bus. Before we parted ways, having talked a while about Europe and transatlantic flights for £43, my mum asked if Andro minded us taking photos with the studio. ‘Take a picture with me,’ he said, so we did.

Art of Ears Studio, Hayward
Claudia and me with Andy 'Andro' Ernst at Art of Ears

Walking away, we shared wide grins. Now that was unexpected! We only expected to take photos of a closed door – and we’d have been satisfied with that, but instead we got an even more wonderful memory to treasure. I’ll think about that day whenever I listen to Green Day’s early work.

Back at the bus stop – and back in the cold wind – we debated travelling another two hours to Agnews, the hospital in the Basket Case video. That was our original plan. It was already getting dark, though and this was Claudia’s last day. It’d take us at least five hours. Probably more like six or seven. We hesitated, but decided to just head back. Good choice – I since found out it’s been demolished! I guess one day when we’re in a car we’ll go see where it was, but I’m not sure I want to make a four-plus hour journey otherwise.

We hugged and said goodbye to Claudia on the BART. I’m sure there’ll be a reason for the secret agents to meet again soon…

Green Day Gilman Street flyer
924 Gilman Street display in Rasputin Records, Berkeley

On a mission to Downtown Oakland the next day, we passed a display celebrating 924 Gilman Street in Rasputin Records. Cool. We got off the bus near 14th Street. I’d drawn something a few days ago, but I didn’t think there was any way I could afford to have it tattooed. So naturally, we used our signature ‘no money left but’ trick, withdrew our collective balances twice and went to Oakland Ink. Ben, my artist, was fab not just for sorting things so last minute, but offering a discount so I could afford it.

The Longshot Body Bag tattoo

This line was special to me for a few reasons. I adore the Love is for Losers album and Body Bag, the song this lyric’s from. The past decade was madness – going from housebound to sleeping on streets, liberated by my love for a band and their live show… though quite (very) irresponsibly, even becoming homeless after the 21st Century Breakdown Tour. Having ADHD which was misdiagnosed as bipolar II, I also spent that decade being ridiculed for ‘madness’ by everyone but those who actually knew me. It’s not going away, so I might as well accept myself as I am. Finally, I did literally keep a ‘diary of madness’ when I first got together with my ex, a successful musician, wondering if I was going insane and imagining things. The entertainment industry does that. No matter what the future holds, they were all defining points in my life. Oh, and I’d been wanting that ¡Uno! ¡Dos! ¡Tré! heart and cross tattooed!

In Rudy's. I love that shirt. And I love my new tattoo!

We wrapped up our day in Rudy’s with some more sweet potato fries. I should have eaten before being tattooed, not after, but my tattoo history includes getting one with a concussion, so…

Inside Rudy's Can't Fail Cafe
Rudy's Can't Fail Cafe

In our last hour or so before leaving for the airport, we had a wander through the UC Berkeley Campus. It was even relevant to our tour since Brat was inspired by Cal students.

Though we never got to Highway 1, I found a photo from when we went to the Rose Bowl show in 2017. Not the Bay Area, but hey, it’s Highway 1!

Highway 1
Highway 1

So it was complete. 13 years since we first dreamed of visiting the Bay Area, 10 years since we were too broke to make it across the Bay from Mountain View – it was done.

I don’t think it’s sunk in yet. Looking at all the photos, re-reading this post, I feel like I’m reading about someone else’s tour. Yet it has to be my own, for it’s forever on my skin in my diary of madness – and in the stories I’ll be telling forever of going up and down Christie Road, laughing about bum squeezers and secret agents, of meeting Andro, of taking ‘a walk around the lake’ with my ex I'm still friends with and random boarded-up police stations and funeral chapels.

It makes me wonder why I'm still here, but for some strange reason it's now feeling like my home and I'm never gonna go.

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