In honor of having my face melted at my first official Foo Fighters show tonight at Citi Field in Queens, I present to you a quote from the amazingly talented and reverential-to-the-music-that-came-before bad-ass man I truly believe will be the last true rock god.
I only saw the Foos once, at the first Global Citizen Festival in Central Park in 2012, right after we moved to New York. While the band blew me away with its energy, I don’t really count that as a true Foo Fighters show because it was a festival, so the band didn’t play its normal three-hour show, just did a short, maybe 30-minute set. That’s not enough, if you ask me.
I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting to see this show since my boyfriend and I braved an extremely cold Saturday last November to take the 7 train all the way out to Citi Field to wait in line for three hours with hundreds of other people hoping to buy tickets at a one-day only presale.
We were cold, so very, very cold, and, I cannot tell a lie, it was brutal, but we got great seats, so I knew as soon as those freshly printed tickets were put in my hand that it was going to be worth it, so very, very worth it — even after this man broke his Goddamn leg after falling off a stage last month and is STILL doing the tour. From a custom-built fucking throne no less. If that isn’t a rock god, I don’t know what is, man.
“My songwriting is like extending a hand to the listener.”