Dave Grohl's My Hero
The Foos were sooo awesome last night. I had such a good time. Dave Grohl can still rock out like nobody’s business, even sitting down with an acoustic guitar. He was spellbinding. It was a two-hour show and it felt like it was over in twenty minutes.
I’m totally running out to get all their albums now.
I never knew Dave Grohl was such a funny guy. He chatted a lot between songs and he has a great sense of humour. He really shares the stage with his fellow musicians too.
My only complaint about the concert was that I found it hard to stay sitting. The people around us were a little too mellow.
Speaking of mellow, last night I couldn’t help but think about how much more mellow I am these days. While I’ll never be as sedate as the stiffs sitting next to us last night, I no longer do the kinds of things at concerts that I did ten years ago. Some examples: flashing my boobs at Gord Downie at the Tragically Hip show in Cayuga; being as fucked up as Keith Richards at the Stones Voodoo Lounge show; injecting citrus fruit with vodka to smuggle into Molson Park to see Van Halen et al.
Who am I kidding. I would probably still do those things. Well, except maybe flashing the girls, but only because they’re not looking so pert these days.
I had a really good time Tuesday night too. Sunshine and I saw Comedy of Errors in High Park. Shakespeare under the stars, good company, and tetra paks—what more does a girl want?
I leave you with this. Enjoy!
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