Showing posts with label Foo Fighters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Foo Fighters. Show all posts

Friday, August 18, 2006

I met a man. He was a good man - An acoustic evening with Frank Black and the Foo Fighters

I have been looking forward to this concert all summer. I'm not sure which part I was more excited about. Frank Black is the front man of my all time favorite band and I loved the Foo Fighters the last time I saw them.

We left work early. I was not going to miss Frank Black like I missed OAR. We ended up getting having time to stop at Starbucks (I'm really digging those Tangerine Fruit Juice Blends...it's like a Tangerine slushy with a hint of tea) and still standing outside the Tower Theater for at least another half hour before they even let us in. We were subjected to works of marketing genius while waiting. There were hot chicks spraying guys with samples of Tag body spray and gay guys handing out shampoo samples. We also saw someone hang a sign that said that WXPN is going to change its format to all alternative. Yay! Alternative music is finally back in Philly.

We got in, swiped free hairspray samples from the bathroom and went to our seats on the loge. The pre-show/intermission and after-show music was the same Johnny Cash CD over and over again. People eventually filtered in closer to the start of the show.

Frank Black came out promptly and started with "Bullet," going right into "Where is My Mind?" without interruption. Loved it! I'm not sure the crowd really recognized a lot of his stuff. They applauded the aforementioned songs along with "Los Angeles" and "Holiday Song," which was the only other Pixies song he played. During the half hour that he played, Frank did not address the audience, other than to say good night. A stark contrast from the times I've seen him with the Pixies.

When the set was over, the guy sitting next to Paul leaned over and asked who he just saw. When Paul told him Frank Black, I gave the guy a look like he was from Mars. He just played cool. "Oh yeah," he said. "That's what I thought." Yeah, right.

Dave Grohl made up for Frank's lack of interaction. He told lots of stories during the Foo Fighters' set. He talked about how he hated that the song "Next Year" was the theme song to the tv show "Ed" and how he hated the show in general. He also talked a lot about "Rockstar Supernova," asking drummer Taylor Hawkins if he'd rather be in Supernova. He talked about the first time he met Frank Black. It was at a festival show in Belgium, which also featured the Ramones. Backstage, there were tables set up for each act based on their size. The Ramones, being a big band with a large crew had a large table and Frank, being a one man show with his guitar had a small table. Dave, Kurt and Krist decided to change the signs on the tables and traded Frank's table for the Ramones table. When they came back to the catering area hours later, 15 guys were gathered around a two seater table that was meant for Frank Black, while Frank sat at a table for 30 by himself. Dave laughed the whole time he told this story.

There seemed to be a lot of moving around downstairs. At one point, Dave threatened to come down and personally usher everyone to their seats. It was then that we learned of long lines at the beer concession stand. A girl in the front row was walking to her seat carrying two beers. "Is one of them for me?" Dave asked. She promptly gave him one of them. He traded and gave her his bottle. He then asked, "Is this that Pennsylvania beer? What's it called, Ukulele?" The crowd corrected him, telling him it was Yuengling. The girl told him she was drinking Miller Lite and he gave the beer back to her, taking his bottle back. He asked her if she drank from the bottle and started calling a roadie to come get it. Then he said he was just joking and took a swig from the bottle. Although, he didn't touch it again for the rest of the show. And when he came back from intermission, he had a different bottle.

He also told the story of how he joined Nirvana and what it was like to live with Kurt before he played "Friend of a Friend." He also talked about how it was a shame that Philly lost its alternative station. You could tell he was struggling with a cold a little. He was barely audible after screaming during some of the songs.

As for the set list, the show has been pretty standard in all the cities that they've been to so far, starting with "Razor" and ending with "Everlong." Just before "Everlong," Dave brought the house down with "Best of You" screaming solo. Most of the stuff is from the lighter disc of "In Your Honor" with some old favorites like "My Hero" and "Times Like These" thrown in. They also played some more obscure stuff like "Skin and Bones." Very cool! They have changed a song here and there in each city. Our "catch of the day" was "Big Me." It was cool.

When we walked out of the show, we saw the tour buses. Figuring it would take us a while to get out of the parking garage, we decided to hang back with a crowd that had formed near the bus. A kid standing behind us made my blood boil. "I didn't like that first act," he said. "I kept waiting for him to say something to us. And his guitar playing was so off." Hey kid, Black Francis does not need to address you. Ok, buddy? And as for the guitar playing, most of what he played was written to be hard and heavy with a full band. That's why it sounded different.

Dave didn't come out, but we got to meet Taylor, which was cool. He seemed pretty friendly. Paul got this picture with his cameral phone.



It's a camera phone, people! Deal!

I'd probably put this show in my top ten all time favorite concerts. It was small and cool. I tend to like the heavier Foo Fighters stuff, but this was flawless. They won me over.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

A Fool for the Last Living Rock King - Hot Hot Heat, Weezer and the Foo Fighters - 10/13/05

For the last month or so, I've had this weird obsession with the Veruca Salt song "Shutterbug." I've played it almost every day at least once. I'm digging it because of the lyrics and the bass line.

What does this have to do with last night's concert you might ask? Well, it's rumored that the song is about a love triangle between singer Louise Post, Dave Grohl and Winona Ryder (because Winona Ryder really needs to bang more hot rock stars, right?). In the song, Post allegedly refers to Dave Grohl as the last living rock king. This sparked some debate between me and Paul. I've been joking and cynically saying that about Dave ever since I learned about the song's meaning, not totally believing it. But last night, he won me over.

Let's start at the very beginning...

Hot Hot Heat opened and we got there late. We only got to see the last three songs, none of which were "Bandages." I'd love to say that this was the biggest disappointment of my day, but in the big picture it was no big deal. I'm sure I'll get to see them again another time. What I did see was great. I like Hot Hot Heat in that weird kind of way. Our seats were great. We were exactly center to the stage on the other side of the floor, tenth row.

So after that we walked around the concourse. Lots of nerdy geeky types were hanging around. These people have no idea how to walk through a crowd. I had enough and we went back to our seats. The stage had changed by this time and was set for Weezer.

They came out and played a lot of stuff that I knew and liked. Rivers came out to a little platrom right in front of us and sang "Island In the Sun" accoustic. Then they pulled some guy up on stage to play the acoustic part of "The Sweater Song" while Rivers made his way back to the stage. The guy was okay, but he was a little slow. At another point in the show, Rivers said that his father was in the audience and seeing the band play live for the first time ever. They broke into "Say It Ain't So" and I think I blew out my vocal chords. That was the song that got me to like them. I really hadn't liked anything of theirs until that song came out. They covered "Big Me" and Blur's "Song 2." At another point in the show, the stage changed a little and showed these lights that looked like stars. I was a little bummed that they didn't play "The Good Life" but again, not the most disappointing thing about my day. Overall, I'd say not a bad show. Paul said that he wouldn't want to follow that act, but I had every ounce of faith in "the last living rock king."

In between sets, we sat around and watched these people about two rows ahead of us that were stoned on some weak shit (I don't even smoke and I could tell) and kept high fiving excessively. They kept buying these big tubs of popcorn. One chick got a little crazy and tried to throw some at some people several rows back and hit me. I didn't get mad. Afterall, we all get our turn to be the wasted asshole. I'm sure my turn is coming soon.

Then the stage was set. There were these chopped up looking screens, more fiber optic lights (c'est trendy) and a background that just looked like a bunch of speakers. Dave screamed through the first song. I don't know what it was, but I fell in love. The energy was amazing. Then they broke into more familiar stuff and played just about all the songs that you would know. I also finally got one right and predicted that "Monkey Wrench" would be the last song of their encore which also featured CCR's "Born on the Bayou."

Dave also talked to the audience a lot, sometimes referring to us as "idiots." I'll forgive him. He played a song for the people in the nosebleed section and said, "I might seem far away right now, but tonight I'll be in your dreams giving you a big hickey on the side of your neck. Free hickeys for the nosebleed section!" He also had some commentary on the recent issues regarding Philly losing its only alternative music station, which was really cool. He stage dived and crowd surfed to an exit and ran to the platform where Rivers stood during their set and did the dueling guitar thing. There he was, only 10 rows away. *panting* He mentioned that the secret to sreaming like a rock star is a Coors Light and some Crown Royal and that he felt like the guy who sits around at the party, drinking beer and talking too much when really he should just turn up the music. For the last song of the regular set, he played "Everlong" for his wife, starting out slow and soft and then the band kicked in at the end. They put a spotlight on her and a spotlight on him. It was sweet. He also played a song for his mother during the encore and said, "If it wasn't for Mamma Jean, none of us would be here tonight." I love him!

We got out of there and came home relatively late. No bootleg t-shirt guys in the parking lot, unfortunately. I had to get up early today to travel to a different office, leaving me pretty drained today.

But it was all so worth it. The distraction was much needed.