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Foo Fighters are the greatest rock and roll band of all time (1 Viewer)
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Wingnut
Footballguy
You just can't top the FoosWhen the Westboro Baptist Church picketed the Foo Fighters concert at Kansas Citys Sprint Center on Friday, the band responded with the power of song specifically, a Rickroll.
Fans cheered and crowded around as David Grohl and his bandmates clapped along to Rick Astleys 1987 single Never Gonna Give You Up from the back of a pickup truck. He brandished a sign that read, Keep It Clean, while Taylor Hawkins waved another that read, You Got Rick Rolld (Again).
Watch video of the Foo Fighters in action below, as taken by bystanders.
https://youtu.be/BD-fWMYcHXk
Mr. Know-It-All
Footballguy
We were there - but the protest was on the other side of the Sprint Center - so we heard Rick Astley but had no idea why or where it was coming from. Made sense the next day when I read the news reports.
When the Westboro Baptist Church picketed the Foo Fighters concert at Kansas Citys Sprint Center on Friday, the band responded with the power of song specifically, a Rickroll.
Fans cheered and crowded around as David Grohl and his bandmates clapped along to Rick Astleys 1987 single Never Gonna Give You Up from the back of a pickup truck. He brandished a sign that read, Keep It Clean, while Taylor Hawkins waved another that read, You Got Rick Rolld (Again).
Watch video of the Foo Fighters in action below, as taken by bystanders.
https://youtu.be/BD-fWMYcHXk
As for the concert - freaking ridiculous - even if you are not a Foo Fighter fan you need to go to a Foo Fighters concert. Even the opening band - Royal Blood - was pretty freaking tight. Best concert I have ever been to, that band can just flat out entertain.
Apple Juice
Footballguy
My buddy at work and I were talking about what their best song is. I'm a fringe fan, I have their first three albums. There's probably been a poll on here about it. My guess is Everlong would win, deservedly so. My Hero is probably my vote because it's my favorite guitar riff. I'd put All My Life in the three slot.
Wingnut
Footballguy
Monkey Wrench. When they do it live it always blows the roof off.
Apple Juice
Footballguy
Probably the most energetic song of theirs, and they have several. The Colour and the Shape was a pretty great album.
Mr. Ected
Footballguy
Abraham
Footballguy
Mr. Ected
Footballguy
Saw this poster from tonite's concert in OK on a Rush group on Facebook. Love the combination of Rush's Starman logo and Dave's leg.
ffldrew
Footballguy
tdoss
Footballguy
So glad that I was able to go to this concert in San Diego. Went with my wife, daughter and her best friend.
It was my daughter and friend's first concert.
How cool is that? Your first concert is Foo?!
And it's the "Break A Leg" tour?
Great memories.
Concert was an absolute blast...top two ever for me.
It was my daughter and friend's first concert.
How cool is that? Your first concert is Foo?!
And it's the "Break A Leg" tour?
Great memories.
Concert was an absolute blast...top two ever for me.
skol asylum
Footballguy
Mr. Know-It-All
Footballguy
My Hero evokes so many memories that it has to be #1 on my list, #2 is Wheels - and it is a song that was highly criticized - but it evokes a Tom Petty-esque feel which I kind of dig.my #3 is probably Best of You
Wingnut
Footballguy
Pretty cool, but she doesnt know that song very well...I wonder if theyll have anyone show up at the Atlanta show Sunday.
Mr. Ected
Footballguy
Having just seen Rush on their 40th anniversary tour this summer (and you could hear the years on Geddy), you wonder how long guys who sing like Grohl can last. I'm sure the lack of cigarettes today helps a ton, but still.
tdoss
Footballguy
I can't get over it. Taylor lost his voice some from the tour but Dave just keeps screaming and hitting crazy notes for 3 hours a show...without fail.
Wingnut
Footballguy
What. A. Show. 2.5 hours of non stop ### kicking. We had some misting/sprinkling and light rain for the first hour, then it was clear, mild, and perfect the rest of the show. Jewel came on stage and did Stop Draggin My Heart Around with Dave...ridiculous. The show was totally worth the 6.5 hour drive.
skol asylum
Footballguy
Wingnut
Footballguy
Foo Fighters release free five song anniversary EP, Saint Cecilia, and Dave writes a letter to fans:
Download the free EP and read Daves letter here:
http://www.saintceciliaep.com/
Daves letter (I put in a spoiler box because its kinda long)
Download the free EP and read Daves letter here:
http://www.saintceciliaep.com/
Daves letter (I put in a spoiler box because its kinda long)
19 November 2015
Tonight, Let me begin with a preface to a letter I wrote a few weeks ago from my hotel room in Berlin while on our final tour for this album. I felt the need to write this foreword in light of the heartbreaking tragedies of Nov. 13th, as this project has now taken on an entirely different tone. As has everything, it seems...
The Saint Cecilia EP was put into motion back in October of this year as a celebration of life and music. The concept being that, as our world tour drew to a close this week, we wanted to share our love of both with you in return for everything you have given us.
Now, there is a new, hopeful intention that, even in the smallest way, perhaps these songs can bring a little light into this sometimes dark world. To remind us that music is life, and that hope and healing go hand in hand with song. That much can never be taken away.
To all who were affected by the atrocities in Paris, loved ones and friends, our hearts go out to you and your families. We will return and celebrate life and love with you once again someday with our music. As it should be done.
Dave Grohl
--------------------------------------------------------------------
8 November 2015
Hey.
Thanks.
For real.
It was in Austin, Texas March 14th, 2013, at the last show of the “Sound City Players” when I was given a small, but very relevant and perhaps prophetic gift from my Sound City movie producers Jim Rota and John Ramsay. An empty journal, with a note that said something along the lines of, “Congratulations on everything Sound City.....now get to work on the next project!” It was the most beautiful way to end something that I wanted so badly to last forever: with a new beginning.
The basic concept of the Sonic Highways album and series was born right then and there, in a small backstage room surrounded by mountains of Lone Star beer and Stubbs BBQ. 8 songs, 8 cities, 8 studios, and a musical road trip of a lifetime. Removing the Foo Fighters from our comfort zone and challenging the process from top to bottom, it breathed new life into the band, and set us on a journey that unquestionably exceeded any of our simple expectations. And now it has led us here. To another beautiful ending.
So, where do I begin?
We owe it all to Mexico City.
Unbeknownst to them, the people who attended those two concerts back in December, 2013 at Foro Sol stadium helped fund the filming and recording of the bulk of the Sonic Highways project. They were the fuse that lit this little firecracker, baby. Without those gigs, many may have never heard the incredible and truly inspiring life stories of Buddy Guy, Steve Albini, Ian Mackaye, Tony Joe White, Zac Brown, Dolly Parton, Roky Erickson, Gary Clark Jr, Bruce Pavitt, Fred Drake, Terry Lickona, Joan Jett, Steve Rosenthal, Nora Guthrie......a list too long to share here. But, beyond giving our band the equivalent of a rock and roll university year abroad, they gave the entire world the most priceless gift: Inspiration. So....Gracias a todos, Mexico....we couldn’t have done it without you.
Before long, our rag tag crew of ne’er-do-wells was stumbling from city to city, coast to coast, taking in every drop (!) of 100 proof American culture we could squeeze. Dancing in a New Orleans second line parade, laying under the desert stars in Joshua Tree, walking the streets of Chicago in -30 degree weather...it was an American dream come true. Our only responsibility was to share it with you, and the brave people of HBO trusted us with that much. (very freely, I might add.) Blind faith? Perhaps. But, without Nina Rosenstein, we would not be the people who we are today. Looking back, she gave us something immeasurably generous: some of the greatest memories of our lives. These people and places that we experienced have filled our hearts...and ultimately our songs. So, thank you, Nina. We are yours. But, focused on the moment, we never in our wildest dreams could have imagined the whirlwind 23 months that lay ahead of us. We just put one foot in front of the other, and kept moving....
I must admit, I never looked at our schedule. I was too scared. I knew that this was it. This was the big one. There was talk of stadiums, and anniversaries, and TV shows. South Africa, Korea, Colombia. Letterman and Glastonbury. It all seemed too good to be true! But, as always, we kept our heads down and tried to appreciate every single moment as it fled. Because, you realize, none of this was ever supposed to happen. Ever. As we approached our twentieth anniversary, it was hard not to look back on all of those years and smile while shaking our heads in wonder and disbelief. From the Mike Watt van tour of 1995, to RFK stadium in Washington DC (my hometown gig) July 4th, 2015...those dots don’t necessarily connect in real life, you know? It still boggles the mind. But, the spoils of these blessings are not lost upon us. We count every last one.
Even the disasters.
A lucky break? Yeah, you could call it that. Gothenburg was a swift reminder that life is short, and that we’re all here to live it together, no matter what adversity you’re faced with. (Music! The perfect remedy!) Sure, weeks and weeks of shuffling around hotel rooms on my butt with a cast on my leg, trying to pack my suitcase alone before lobby call got pretty ####### stale pretty ####### quick. But, as always, I just put one foot in front of......well, the same one for a while there...
And then everything changed. The energy. The atmosphere. THE THRONE. I was no longer afraid to look at the schedule, I was glued to it. The challenge that we faced from there on out became more of a mission, or a dare, if you will. And it showed. Pat’s smile got even wider (an infallible barometer of all things), Chris’s solos got even faster (thank God someone knows what they’re doing up there), Nate’s stage moves more daring (I once noticed him just to the left of me) and Taylor’s drum set....well....it got pinker. But not without the help of scores of hardworking bad asses that some might call the Foo Fighters road crew (we like refer to them as family, in a very Manson Family kind of way...) They ultimately deserve the lion’s share of credit for keeping this old circus tent erect for the past 6 months. So, let’s all have a nice, warm diet Coke for them tonight. They’re the hardest working mother####ers in the business. Cheers.
And so we trudged on. Any fatigue was met with an explosion of energy once the curtain went up. Any pain was met with the adrenaline of thousands of voices singing along. Every one of you kept us alive for a while there. One night, at a point where I felt like I was at the end of my rope, it came to me that these few hours we have together every night were something like a heavy blanket to retreat under. I could always rely on our time together to get me to the next stop. Again, and again. From Chicago to Cesena.
That being said....we’ve always been pretty good at knowing when to call it a day. You just....know. You get that feeling that, if you’re not careful, you’ll run out of bread crumbs to find your way home and be lost in the woods forever. It hit me a few months back, crept up on me and tapped me on the shoulder as if to say “Hey...don’t spend it all in one place, #######.” A sobering reminder that all good things must come to an end. Of course...we could keep going. After all, we’d made it this far, right? What’s another 20 years?
Around that time we arrived in Austin, Texas for the Austin City Limits festival. A massive gig, two weekends and hundreds of acts, it was to be some of our final American performances for this album. There’s a certain bittersweet relief to that. On one hand, you’re carrying these monumental experiences under your wing as you anticipate life outside of a tour bus. On the other hand, you fear that the thrill and joy of sharing music with people all over the world will leave you like an empty shell when it’s gone. It becomes your everything. And that’s terrifying.
The Saint Cecilia Hotel, named after the patroness saint of music, is known as “A lush retreat from the world”. And, believe me, that it is! 14 rooms and a small bar, it’s tucked away in the trees within a bustling, Austin neighborhood. As our van pulled up in the wee hours of September 30th, 2015, I was struck with a rather impulsive idea: to record some songs on our days off to give to the world as a “thank you” for the last 2 years. Though there’s a world class recording studio just on the other side of the fence (Arlyn Studios, look it up.), the hotel manager, Jenny offered that we record in the hotel. A most generous, but unrealistic offer. Though, after rolling it around in my head a few times, it made perfect sense! Returning to the city where the entire Sonic Highways concept was born, loading in one last time to a room that was never designed to be a recording studio a la Sonic Highways, and making some music! Fate? Destiny? I was too tired to figure that kind of #### out, so I hit the sack, woke up the next morning and started making some calls...
By 6 pm the next day, the office was transformed into a control room and the bar was littered with microphones and cables. Amps were in the kitchen. Drums in front of the fireplace. Instant studio, courtesy of the legendary Kevin Szymanski! (Those fancy computer things are pretty convenient! More on that another time....) Margaritas were made, friends came to visit, the sun went down, and before long we started making enough noise to drive the neighbors to start drinking along with us. Riffs and ideas were thrown around, songs that were lost in the shuffle over the years, songs that were left unfinished. Like a musical retrospective, we were going through decades of songs no one has ever heard, pieces left on the cutting room floor from every album. Our own sonic scrapbook. (The Neverending Sigh is 20 years old! Was once called 7 corners for all you die hards out there...) Without the usual pressure or expectation of making an “album”, we sat happy and relaxed as we played. A virtual “This Is Your Life” of the Foo Fighters. It was so good, but again, bittersweet knowing that it was all soon coming to an end.
By midnight, the Preservation Hall Jazz Band had arrived, and the “session” turned into a full on party. Guitars were abandoned for horns and the room started swinging (spinning?). People danced between the cables and microphones, dancing behind the bar, strumming acoustic guitars on the patio. Danny Clinch did what Danny Clinch does, capturing the moments in his beautiful pictures between cocktails. Gary Clark Jr. sat on the patio in the candlelight, jamming along with friends from a couch. As the hours passed, the atmosphere had reached exactly what every recording experience should be: A celebration. “Always record! Always record!” said Jack Black in that infamous Tenacious D episode from years ago. Truer words have never been spoken. Because you just might miss something that you’ll never get back again. Moments that happen once in a lifetime. By the time that weekend was over, we had recorded 5 songs in that tiny room.
Weekend two was spent recording vocals and guitars in my bedroom, room 4. More friends, more margaritas, a fire in the fire pit. The most fabulous Cambria Harkey floated in, slinging her camera to insure that this wasn’t all just a dream. The porch was buzzing with activity as I did vocals in my bathroom, stepping in and out to listen to the previous takes. The coffee table became a pile of guitar pedals and scribbled lyrics, beer bottles and ashtrays. At one point, a familiar face walked in and said, “Dave.....it’s Ben Kweller.....” It had been years! Such a talented young man. We hugged, hit play to listen to the last vocal take, and he instinctively started singing the perfect harmony to my line. Without hesitation, I immediately said, “Get your ### in there and sing it right now.” So he picked up the coffee stained piece of hotel stationary with my lyrics penciled on it and banged out his part in two glorious takes. Always record, ladies and gentlemen. Always record. The night faded, friends and family scattered, and I fell asleep with my still glowing amp at the foot of my bed.
It was heartbreaking to leave that place, to say the least. I honestly feel like we left a piece of our band there as we were being torn away from it. The perfect unity of life, and love, and music is something that only comes around so often and in certain circumstances. When you feel it coming on, you have to take hold of it. That place and those people made it possible for our band to take one, big final breath before the curtain closes. Thankfully, we have evidence of this in these songs that we’re giving to you today. Thank you, Saint Cecilia. You made us feel right at home.
And, the music? Maybe these songs are the breadcrumbs that will help us find our way back when it’s time. We could use a nice wander through the woods right about now. Another empty journal, another tap on the shoulder...those things are never far behind. It’s what lies ahead in those woods that excites me now....
So tonight, as I sit in my Berlin hotel room on our final tour for this album, counting down the days until we return home, I can’t help but wonder when we will see each other again. Who knows? But, with everything Foo Fighter related, it will only be when it feels right. And that’s a feeling that’s easy to feel.
To each and every one of you that made the past few years the best our band has ever had, thank you. You have all given us so much, and we are eternally grateful.
For real.
One foot in front of the other....
Dave
Tonight, Let me begin with a preface to a letter I wrote a few weeks ago from my hotel room in Berlin while on our final tour for this album. I felt the need to write this foreword in light of the heartbreaking tragedies of Nov. 13th, as this project has now taken on an entirely different tone. As has everything, it seems...
The Saint Cecilia EP was put into motion back in October of this year as a celebration of life and music. The concept being that, as our world tour drew to a close this week, we wanted to share our love of both with you in return for everything you have given us.
Now, there is a new, hopeful intention that, even in the smallest way, perhaps these songs can bring a little light into this sometimes dark world. To remind us that music is life, and that hope and healing go hand in hand with song. That much can never be taken away.
To all who were affected by the atrocities in Paris, loved ones and friends, our hearts go out to you and your families. We will return and celebrate life and love with you once again someday with our music. As it should be done.
Dave Grohl
--------------------------------------------------------------------
8 November 2015
Hey.
Thanks.
For real.
It was in Austin, Texas March 14th, 2013, at the last show of the “Sound City Players” when I was given a small, but very relevant and perhaps prophetic gift from my Sound City movie producers Jim Rota and John Ramsay. An empty journal, with a note that said something along the lines of, “Congratulations on everything Sound City.....now get to work on the next project!” It was the most beautiful way to end something that I wanted so badly to last forever: with a new beginning.
The basic concept of the Sonic Highways album and series was born right then and there, in a small backstage room surrounded by mountains of Lone Star beer and Stubbs BBQ. 8 songs, 8 cities, 8 studios, and a musical road trip of a lifetime. Removing the Foo Fighters from our comfort zone and challenging the process from top to bottom, it breathed new life into the band, and set us on a journey that unquestionably exceeded any of our simple expectations. And now it has led us here. To another beautiful ending.
So, where do I begin?
We owe it all to Mexico City.
Unbeknownst to them, the people who attended those two concerts back in December, 2013 at Foro Sol stadium helped fund the filming and recording of the bulk of the Sonic Highways project. They were the fuse that lit this little firecracker, baby. Without those gigs, many may have never heard the incredible and truly inspiring life stories of Buddy Guy, Steve Albini, Ian Mackaye, Tony Joe White, Zac Brown, Dolly Parton, Roky Erickson, Gary Clark Jr, Bruce Pavitt, Fred Drake, Terry Lickona, Joan Jett, Steve Rosenthal, Nora Guthrie......a list too long to share here. But, beyond giving our band the equivalent of a rock and roll university year abroad, they gave the entire world the most priceless gift: Inspiration. So....Gracias a todos, Mexico....we couldn’t have done it without you.
Before long, our rag tag crew of ne’er-do-wells was stumbling from city to city, coast to coast, taking in every drop (!) of 100 proof American culture we could squeeze. Dancing in a New Orleans second line parade, laying under the desert stars in Joshua Tree, walking the streets of Chicago in -30 degree weather...it was an American dream come true. Our only responsibility was to share it with you, and the brave people of HBO trusted us with that much. (very freely, I might add.) Blind faith? Perhaps. But, without Nina Rosenstein, we would not be the people who we are today. Looking back, she gave us something immeasurably generous: some of the greatest memories of our lives. These people and places that we experienced have filled our hearts...and ultimately our songs. So, thank you, Nina. We are yours. But, focused on the moment, we never in our wildest dreams could have imagined the whirlwind 23 months that lay ahead of us. We just put one foot in front of the other, and kept moving....
I must admit, I never looked at our schedule. I was too scared. I knew that this was it. This was the big one. There was talk of stadiums, and anniversaries, and TV shows. South Africa, Korea, Colombia. Letterman and Glastonbury. It all seemed too good to be true! But, as always, we kept our heads down and tried to appreciate every single moment as it fled. Because, you realize, none of this was ever supposed to happen. Ever. As we approached our twentieth anniversary, it was hard not to look back on all of those years and smile while shaking our heads in wonder and disbelief. From the Mike Watt van tour of 1995, to RFK stadium in Washington DC (my hometown gig) July 4th, 2015...those dots don’t necessarily connect in real life, you know? It still boggles the mind. But, the spoils of these blessings are not lost upon us. We count every last one.
Even the disasters.
A lucky break? Yeah, you could call it that. Gothenburg was a swift reminder that life is short, and that we’re all here to live it together, no matter what adversity you’re faced with. (Music! The perfect remedy!) Sure, weeks and weeks of shuffling around hotel rooms on my butt with a cast on my leg, trying to pack my suitcase alone before lobby call got pretty ####### stale pretty ####### quick. But, as always, I just put one foot in front of......well, the same one for a while there...
And then everything changed. The energy. The atmosphere. THE THRONE. I was no longer afraid to look at the schedule, I was glued to it. The challenge that we faced from there on out became more of a mission, or a dare, if you will. And it showed. Pat’s smile got even wider (an infallible barometer of all things), Chris’s solos got even faster (thank God someone knows what they’re doing up there), Nate’s stage moves more daring (I once noticed him just to the left of me) and Taylor’s drum set....well....it got pinker. But not without the help of scores of hardworking bad asses that some might call the Foo Fighters road crew (we like refer to them as family, in a very Manson Family kind of way...) They ultimately deserve the lion’s share of credit for keeping this old circus tent erect for the past 6 months. So, let’s all have a nice, warm diet Coke for them tonight. They’re the hardest working mother####ers in the business. Cheers.
And so we trudged on. Any fatigue was met with an explosion of energy once the curtain went up. Any pain was met with the adrenaline of thousands of voices singing along. Every one of you kept us alive for a while there. One night, at a point where I felt like I was at the end of my rope, it came to me that these few hours we have together every night were something like a heavy blanket to retreat under. I could always rely on our time together to get me to the next stop. Again, and again. From Chicago to Cesena.
That being said....we’ve always been pretty good at knowing when to call it a day. You just....know. You get that feeling that, if you’re not careful, you’ll run out of bread crumbs to find your way home and be lost in the woods forever. It hit me a few months back, crept up on me and tapped me on the shoulder as if to say “Hey...don’t spend it all in one place, #######.” A sobering reminder that all good things must come to an end. Of course...we could keep going. After all, we’d made it this far, right? What’s another 20 years?
Around that time we arrived in Austin, Texas for the Austin City Limits festival. A massive gig, two weekends and hundreds of acts, it was to be some of our final American performances for this album. There’s a certain bittersweet relief to that. On one hand, you’re carrying these monumental experiences under your wing as you anticipate life outside of a tour bus. On the other hand, you fear that the thrill and joy of sharing music with people all over the world will leave you like an empty shell when it’s gone. It becomes your everything. And that’s terrifying.
The Saint Cecilia Hotel, named after the patroness saint of music, is known as “A lush retreat from the world”. And, believe me, that it is! 14 rooms and a small bar, it’s tucked away in the trees within a bustling, Austin neighborhood. As our van pulled up in the wee hours of September 30th, 2015, I was struck with a rather impulsive idea: to record some songs on our days off to give to the world as a “thank you” for the last 2 years. Though there’s a world class recording studio just on the other side of the fence (Arlyn Studios, look it up.), the hotel manager, Jenny offered that we record in the hotel. A most generous, but unrealistic offer. Though, after rolling it around in my head a few times, it made perfect sense! Returning to the city where the entire Sonic Highways concept was born, loading in one last time to a room that was never designed to be a recording studio a la Sonic Highways, and making some music! Fate? Destiny? I was too tired to figure that kind of #### out, so I hit the sack, woke up the next morning and started making some calls...
By 6 pm the next day, the office was transformed into a control room and the bar was littered with microphones and cables. Amps were in the kitchen. Drums in front of the fireplace. Instant studio, courtesy of the legendary Kevin Szymanski! (Those fancy computer things are pretty convenient! More on that another time....) Margaritas were made, friends came to visit, the sun went down, and before long we started making enough noise to drive the neighbors to start drinking along with us. Riffs and ideas were thrown around, songs that were lost in the shuffle over the years, songs that were left unfinished. Like a musical retrospective, we were going through decades of songs no one has ever heard, pieces left on the cutting room floor from every album. Our own sonic scrapbook. (The Neverending Sigh is 20 years old! Was once called 7 corners for all you die hards out there...) Without the usual pressure or expectation of making an “album”, we sat happy and relaxed as we played. A virtual “This Is Your Life” of the Foo Fighters. It was so good, but again, bittersweet knowing that it was all soon coming to an end.
By midnight, the Preservation Hall Jazz Band had arrived, and the “session” turned into a full on party. Guitars were abandoned for horns and the room started swinging (spinning?). People danced between the cables and microphones, dancing behind the bar, strumming acoustic guitars on the patio. Danny Clinch did what Danny Clinch does, capturing the moments in his beautiful pictures between cocktails. Gary Clark Jr. sat on the patio in the candlelight, jamming along with friends from a couch. As the hours passed, the atmosphere had reached exactly what every recording experience should be: A celebration. “Always record! Always record!” said Jack Black in that infamous Tenacious D episode from years ago. Truer words have never been spoken. Because you just might miss something that you’ll never get back again. Moments that happen once in a lifetime. By the time that weekend was over, we had recorded 5 songs in that tiny room.
Weekend two was spent recording vocals and guitars in my bedroom, room 4. More friends, more margaritas, a fire in the fire pit. The most fabulous Cambria Harkey floated in, slinging her camera to insure that this wasn’t all just a dream. The porch was buzzing with activity as I did vocals in my bathroom, stepping in and out to listen to the previous takes. The coffee table became a pile of guitar pedals and scribbled lyrics, beer bottles and ashtrays. At one point, a familiar face walked in and said, “Dave.....it’s Ben Kweller.....” It had been years! Such a talented young man. We hugged, hit play to listen to the last vocal take, and he instinctively started singing the perfect harmony to my line. Without hesitation, I immediately said, “Get your ### in there and sing it right now.” So he picked up the coffee stained piece of hotel stationary with my lyrics penciled on it and banged out his part in two glorious takes. Always record, ladies and gentlemen. Always record. The night faded, friends and family scattered, and I fell asleep with my still glowing amp at the foot of my bed.
It was heartbreaking to leave that place, to say the least. I honestly feel like we left a piece of our band there as we were being torn away from it. The perfect unity of life, and love, and music is something that only comes around so often and in certain circumstances. When you feel it coming on, you have to take hold of it. That place and those people made it possible for our band to take one, big final breath before the curtain closes. Thankfully, we have evidence of this in these songs that we’re giving to you today. Thank you, Saint Cecilia. You made us feel right at home.
And, the music? Maybe these songs are the breadcrumbs that will help us find our way back when it’s time. We could use a nice wander through the woods right about now. Another empty journal, another tap on the shoulder...those things are never far behind. It’s what lies ahead in those woods that excites me now....
So tonight, as I sit in my Berlin hotel room on our final tour for this album, counting down the days until we return home, I can’t help but wonder when we will see each other again. Who knows? But, with everything Foo Fighter related, it will only be when it feels right. And that’s a feeling that’s easy to feel.
To each and every one of you that made the past few years the best our band has ever had, thank you. You have all given us so much, and we are eternally grateful.
For real.
One foot in front of the other....
Dave
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bicycle_seat_sniffer
Smells like chicken
Wingnut
Footballguy
Nah. They're going on hiatus, but a second Sonic Highways has been confirmed. They'll be back before we know it
belljr
Footballguy
After Grohl got out drummed by Animal last night, he should retire
http://pitchfork.com/news/62340-dave-grohl-drum-battles-animal-on-the-muppets/
Wingnut
Footballguy
Rumors of the band splitting up have been going crazy online the past 24 hours, and the band posted this on their Facebook page:
Not sure what to believe, but I like this one:
http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/music/news/foo-fighters-are-not-splitting-up-but-something-big-is-about-to-be-announced-a6906971.html
Not sure what to believe, but I like this one:
http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/music/news/foo-fighters-are-not-splitting-up-but-something-big-is-about-to-be-announced-a6906971.html
Wingnut
Footballguy
Foo Fighters going on indefinite hiatus.
http://www.spin.com/2016/03/foo-fighters-indefinite-hiatus-dave-grohl-taylor-hawkins/
"I think the world needs a break from us for a little while," says drummer Taylor Hawkins, who confirmed the news
Foo Fighters are going on an indefinite hiatus, according to a recent interview given by drummer Taylor Hawkins.
As Consequence of Sound points out, just today Artisan News released an interview they conducted with Hawkins back on January 16, in which he confirmed that the arena-rock giants are taking a break for the foreseeable future.
“We’re on ‘ihateus’ right now, we’re on an indefinite ‘ihateus,'” Hawkins said, punning on the word “hiatus.” He clarified that the decision wasn’t made “because we don’t love each other, or don’t want to make music together… We did so much in the last five or six years — we as a band could go into the studio tomorrow and have just as much fun as we ever had, but I think the world needs a break from us for a little while.”
The confirmation came amid rumors that the group was going to take a break so frontman Dave Grohl could go solo. A teaser came in the early hours of March 2 in the form of a tweet from the band’s official account, which promised some kind of announcement today.
http://www.spin.com/2016/03/foo-fighters-indefinite-hiatus-dave-grohl-taylor-hawkins/
"I think the world needs a break from us for a little while," says drummer Taylor Hawkins, who confirmed the news
Foo Fighters are going on an indefinite hiatus, according to a recent interview given by drummer Taylor Hawkins.
As Consequence of Sound points out, just today Artisan News released an interview they conducted with Hawkins back on January 16, in which he confirmed that the arena-rock giants are taking a break for the foreseeable future.
“We’re on ‘ihateus’ right now, we’re on an indefinite ‘ihateus,'” Hawkins said, punning on the word “hiatus.” He clarified that the decision wasn’t made “because we don’t love each other, or don’t want to make music together… We did so much in the last five or six years — we as a band could go into the studio tomorrow and have just as much fun as we ever had, but I think the world needs a break from us for a little while.”
The confirmation came amid rumors that the group was going to take a break so frontman Dave Grohl could go solo. A teaser came in the early hours of March 2 in the form of a tweet from the band’s official account, which promised some kind of announcement today.
JZilla
Footballguy
Certainly my first thought. And their best albums were the ones where he played everything.
LAUNCH
Footballguy
https://youtu.be/sovXPGDGZN4
Watch for the story. (swearing)
Foo Fighters Dave Grohl "Best of You" acoustic at Cannes Lions 2016
Watch for the story. (swearing)
Foo Fighters Dave Grohl "Best of You" acoustic at Cannes Lions 2016
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bigbottom
Footballguy
LAUNCH
Footballguy
http://nerdist.com/watch-the-foo-fighters-play-a-surprise-concert-in-england-right-now/
WATCH THE FOO FIGHTERS PLAY A SURPRISE CONCERT IN ENGLAND RIGHT NOW
WATCH THE FOO FIGHTERS PLAY A SURPRISE CONCERT IN ENGLAND RIGHT NOW
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Wooderson
Fight The Power
Mr. Know-It-All
Footballguy
That turned out fairly well - missed the first 30 minutes - but not bad for their first show in 1.5 years. Small space - would love to have been there for that.
LAUNCH
Footballguy
Worm
slimy ninja
Wingnut
Footballguy
I'm going to find out who in Florida pissed Grohl off, and I'm going to stick forks in their necks and castrate them.Album and fall tour announced...
Pre-ordered and waiting to buy tickets on Monday for Greensboro in October.
Seriously, I've seen them in Tampa and Orlando in the past, but had to drive 8 hours to Atlanta to see them on the Sonic Highways tour...this time it looks like I'll have to go visit a buddy in Nashville to see em. Sonofa...
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Tau837
Footballguy
Their web site says more cities/dates will be announced.I'm going to find out who in Florida pissed Grohl off, and I'm going to stick forks in their necks and castrate them.
Seriously, I've seen them in Tampa and Orlando in the past, but had to drive 8 hours to Atlanta to see them on the Sonic Highways tour...this time it looks like I'll have to go visit a buddy in Memphis to see em. Sonofa...
Wingnut
Footballguy
They did the same thing the last 2 tours and the only Florida date they added was a festival in Pensacola...
I'm thinking about just going to voodoo fest and seeing them there. I can make a weekend out of it.
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