Given that I had just spent three days going through old papers and photos and coming across items like my prom picture and handwritten mix-tape liner notes, it made sense that upon arriving back to my adult life in NYC I would see the Foo Fighters play for the first time since I was a month shy of both prom and 17 years old. (That was the only other time I’ve seen them. They co-headlined with the Red Hot Chili Peppers in Dayton, Ohio; my mom drove us (my mom is a CHAMPION); and Dave Grohl’s stage patter consisted of talking about how he had gotten diarrhea.
Some things have changed. Primarily, that I took the subway to the venue instead of having my mom drive me! But I did go with a friend who went to middle and high school with me.
Dave Grohl gives the impression of being made entirely out of caffeine. I thought it was just an SNL skit but now I believe he drinks tens of pots of coffee per day. That still doesn’t explain how, after 2.5 hours of playing, he was still running from one side of the stage to the other every ten seconds, jumping off of things, and talking in a steady stream when he wasn’t singing.
I’d like to put a FitBit on Dave Grohl. (That’s what all the ladies say.)
Something else to make everyone feel old: Dave Grohl’s 12-year-old daughter was singing backup vocals on two songs. I saw her on the big screen and thought, “Who is this little creature?” because while the other backup singers could have probably been any age from teenage to forties, she was so clearly a preteen. I would not have known she was his daughter, of course, except that he said, “I just have to give a shout-out to my little boo, Violet Grohl, singing with the Foo Fighters!” Since Dave Grohl is, and I mean this in the best possible way, someone who seems like he’s ALWAYS been a dad, it’s nice to see him as a literal dad.
*I have to say nothing was more exciting than when the drummer got up from behind the kit to sing a cover of “Under Pressure” and Dave drummed
