I believe that true love lasts a lifetime. There are only a few things I’ve been in love with my whole life:
- Christmas Lights
- My dog
- The Lion King
- … and Dave Grohl
I know that’s not an original opinion. Everyone loves Dave Grohl. But I feel like I have a little more street cred now that I’ve see Foo Fighters live.
They came to Des Moines last week. I’d been looking forward to the show for months, and I’d always imagined that a Foo Fighters show would be really grand, but also humble. After all, they’re not Taylor Swift. They’ve still got plenty of class left after 22 years.
Twenty-two years. That’s how long Foo has been a band. And last Friday was the first time they had ever come to Des Moines, maybe even Iowa. So needless to say, the over 14,000 people that were in the arena with us were excited. And there’s nothing better than a crowd with that much energy. But we also all knew from the moment the set started that something was a little off, even if we had never seen them live before.
Dave didn’t seem like Dave. Or rather, Dave didn’t sound like Dave. It took only four songs into the set before he addressed the issue. His voice was hoarse. From a cold or from touring, who knows. But in true Dave fashion he wasn’t going to cancel the band’s first-ever Des Moines show. “I don’t know if you remember but I’m the guy that broke his fucking leg and continued playing a show. So there’s no fucking way I’m canceling this show because my fucking voice is hoarse.”
If that isn’t the most Foo Fighters thing to happen, then I don’t know what is. And my fan girl heart was happy. And it was even happier when Dave said Taylor Hawkins was the “love of his life.” God bless.
I also believe that music is true love.