How the Foo Fighters ruined my life

17 Dec

Why am I writing about Foo Fighters now?  I mean, it’s been 4 days since they blew minds and rocked worlds in Johannesburg. Surely, I should have said something earlier…

Well, one reason would be that I was busy. More so, I was dead. Seriously, after the weekend my body just didn’t want to do anything other than meditate on the awesomeness that I experienced. The main reason however, was that I didn’t want to write just another hyped up piece while the foo-drenaline still surged through my body. It would have been too subjective.

Christelle Duvenhage - Foo Fighters 01Now, with a mostly clear mind, I can share with you how the Foo Fighters ruined my life.

Wait, what? That’s a bit harsh I hear you say. Well, let’s start from the beginning.

Making the trip to the show with High Five Party Bus was one of the best decisions I could have made. Starting out with a drink or 2 at Aandklas with 400 other Foo Fans and then bussing to Thatchers in Lonehill to have the official pre-Foo-party, was great fun.. The Barbosa Experience warmed us all up even more than the Cuervo on the bus already did, rocking some awesome party tunes and teasing us with a few Foo Fighters songs.

Back on the bus, heading to Soccer City, or FNB Stadium, or whatever it is you want to call it, I sat back and tried to imagine what the rest of the night would be like. I knew that I had to make sure to miss BLK JKS if I wanted to keep my good vibe going. I was still willing to give them another chance, until my friends that went to the Cape Town show told me they were as shit as always. I knew that I would be willing to tolerate Kaiser Chiefs before the real show. I planned on sitting somewhere while they played just so I could get a good standing spot after that.
I knew that I would like Foo Fighters.

I was obviously wrong on quite a few levels.

Christelle Duvenhage - Kaiser Chiefs 01

BLK JKS ignored, I went into the stadium, found a few friends, a few beers and -much to my surprise- a new respect for Kaiser Chiefs. Seriously, and take this as my official apology to Rick Wilson and friends, they were brilliant! As tight as my month-end budget and entertaining in a way that can only be described as truckloads full of fun, I loved their show a LOT. There was a moment in their set where things took a bit of a dip, but I blame this purely on me not knowing the songs, seeing as I have been a bit dismissive towards the band. The show was made even better by the random hot blonde next to me gyrating her way through every song like she owned it. Thank you random blonde, you were sexy.

Then, before I knew it, The Big Moment was upon us. Much quicker than I expected (big bands have this tendency to take 3 days to set-up before taking to the stage after the band before them. Not the Foo. The Foo is awesome).

Now, here I have to interrupt myself with a bit of a disclaimer. If you expect to read here which songs they did when, and some intelligent critique on the set-list or such, go read elsewhere. I don’t understand how anyone could even manage to keep track of that while whole-heartedly being IN the spirit of the moment. Which is where I was. The music took me, and it took me hard.

Christelle Duvenhage - Foo Fighters 02Everything about the show was brilliant. Sure, here and there I would have loved to have the vocals a bit up in the mix, but hey, they crowd-choir made up for that. The visuals were cool, the sound was good, props on the stage were non-existent. *GASP* A band with no fire works and confetti cannons and rotating stages and hula dancers or whatever?? This, ladies and gentlemen, is the pure musical essence of the Foo Fighters. Sure, theatrics are nice, but if your music encapsulates an audience in the way the Foo Fighters’ music does, who needs all that shit? It is rock and roll, stripped to the bone and rocking you from the inside out.

Christelle Duvenhage - Foo Fighters 03Now, I know some people have stated that it is the Dave Grohl and Backing Band show. Those people are wrong.
Sure, Pat SmearNate Mendel and Chris Shiflett are not really all over the scene doing crazy stunts, but they are a good, solid and integral part of what matters most in the band: The Music.
This is where I get to say that I have a new Foo-HeroTaylor Hawkins.
Is he the best drummer in the world? Nope. Is he the most talented backing vocalist in the music industry? Quite probably not… Is he the perfect package to compliment Dave Grohl’s ecstatic stage presence? Hell yes! Even more than that, it’s like he brings a certain depth to the performance that would not have been there had he been missing.
So, in the words of Dave Grohl:
I think you’re pretty good Taylor Hawkins, plus you’re fucking cute.

Christelle Duvenhage - Foo Fighters 05

Speaking of Dave, as one has to when discussing the Foo Fighters, this man is every bit as awesome as I imagined, and more. The way he ran up and down the stage, you would not for a moment say that he is 45 years old. But as energetic and witty as his performance might have been, it all faded to darkness when compared to the sheer brilliance of his musical performance. It’s been 20 years, and he still sounds excited to do the songs we like, and do it well.

One moment, the Foo Fighters took to the stage, the next a brief glance to my phone told me it was already an hour into the set. 10 minutes later they finished their close to 3 hour long show. I lost track of time, reality and myself. I fear that I don’t know what to look forward to in life any more. Sure, I may see the Foo Fighters again, but never again for the first time. I am experiencing severe post-Foo depression. What else can I highly anticipate now to make my life a better place? Nothing much, I tell you… So that’s how the Foo Fighters ruined my life, and I am thankful for it in every possible way.


All the show-pictures in this piece was used with the permission of the gloriously talented Christelle Duvenhage. Check out her photos, you will love it, guaranteed. Just click on any of the pics, it will take you where you need to be 😉

Christelle Duvenhage - Kaiser Chiefs 02

8 Responses to “How the Foo Fighters ruined my life”

  1. Dave 17 December 2014 at 23:00 #

    This is why James May advocates never meeting your childhood heroes.

    • BaasDeBeer 17 December 2014 at 23:07 #

      James has a point, but I would still take this post-Foo blues over not having seen them…

      • Dave 17 December 2014 at 23:20 #

        I s’pose in this case, the idiom “It’s better to have loved and lost, than to never love” trumps James’ Countach aphorism.

  2. Talisha 18 December 2014 at 11:21 #

    Brilliant article baas!

  3. Jocilene Maciel 18 December 2014 at 13:32 #

    My god, it will the best show of my life. 35 days for i see they at brazil and i’m sure that i will have foo depression, worse that QOTSA depression, dude, i liked a lot your blog it’s amazing.

    • BaasDeBeer 18 December 2014 at 13:43 #

      Thank you Jocilene! I wish I could travel to Brazil to see them again 🙂

  4. neil pretorius 19 December 2014 at 22:06 #

    Christo! Jys reg baas! Boobs for dave!!! Boobs for dave!!! Ek het n full on spritual experience gehad. Ekt net so aan die einde van My Hero van seating tot heelvoor Dave my pad deur ge veg. Dave het MY gerpoep. Was isnane. Ek dink jy verstaan wat ek bedoel. Ek suffer altyd na n show heavy van PSD “post show depression”. Maar nie die keer nie. Na daai show is ek n nuwe mens. Geen show sal dit ooit weer reg kry nie. Is sad ja. Sien jou weer.

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