Oh man! Oh. MAN!! I'm groggy tired and concert sweaty. Foo Fighters put on an awesome show in Vancouver, BC last night. AWESOME! Measly words aren't capturing my emphatic exclamations! Two plus hours of enthusiastic, crowd-engaging musicianship. As Dave (Grohl, lead singer/guitarist. Former drummer for Nirvana) said, getting the crowd all amped up: This is gonna be a different kind of Foo show. And how! They played old stuff (they've been around 12 years, so their music was with me all thru my 20s). They played new stuff. They played an acoustic set. They played "balls-out wall of guitars rock n' roll" to use Dave's terms. The acoustic set, which was on a small round stage at the other end of the intimate 16,000 seat coliseum, had four additional Foos playing including a percussionist who played a rockin' triangle solo. Yes, a tinkly triangle, ringing out from the mic, in an inspired little ditty of a solo.
Dave is an energetic showman, running all over the stage, down a long catwalk and back, all while rockin' out on a guitar. He talked with the audience a few times, so comfortable on stage and with himself he could've been in a coffee shop. He is very effective at getting large amounts of people to loose their friggin' minds. It was so loud. The music and the fans. When they were playing hardest, the little hairs inside my sinuses were vibrating. But then, there'll be a song where it's just Dave on an acoustic guitar and it's so pure and hushed and beautiful. Now THAT'S what I call a good performers! We laughed. We sang. We stood up and cheered. We clapped to the beat. We rocked our asses off!
Our seats were perfect--a bit to the side of the stage, up a bit so we weren't distracted by all the other concert-goers in our line of vision. I could see his strangely white teeth catch the light on occasion as he grinned (he's really very goofy and funny) or snarled in his Rock Star way. The other guys, Taylor Hawkins (drums), Nate Mendel (bass), and Chris Shiflett (guitars) each proved to be incredibly creative and uber-talented at what they do.
By the end, Jerry and I were exhausted from the rockin' out, the emotional nostalgic trip, stimulus and mass energy (i.e. the energy of being with thousands of people, sharing a similar charged experience). Never mind that it was 11:30 p.m. when they finished their encore. Waaaaaay past our bedtimes. We got home around 1:00 a.m. Poor Jerry had to get up at 5:00 a.m. to go to work and THEN had school afterward. He just got home at 9:45 p.m. But he said it was all worth it to see these guys. I agree. My body is still buzzing from the experience and my brain is still playing their songs. We will definitely be spending some good money to see them again.