I mean... this
? What the hell?
See - I think a certain
kind of person (someone like me
, for example) could look at that photo and just more or less see red (or -at the very least - react like you
did). I look at that thing and just think "What an absolute, grade A fucking SCHMUCK! What does he think he's DOING there? Is he photobombing these people? Is he just strumming away in order to add some essential musical magic that wouldn't otherwise exist? ". I mean, it looks identical to the sort of thing that you'd paint or photoshop if you were asked to parody the ubiquitous image of some grinning, lobotomized, long-haired dope "sitting in" with some improbable act of your own random choosing. Look! There's Marie Laveau's Voodoo Shop! He certainly doesn't gyp you on the shorthand.
Now, maybe that's just me
I gather that some other
person could look at it and say "Look! He's SMILING!" or "You know - that man deserves serious credit for being better than Nickelback! He once wrote a couple songs that weren't the worst things on the radio today. He got behind the drums once and hit 'em real hard!"
The spectrum of human reaction is enormous, and I reluctantly acknowledge that people with far more sensitive ears than my own can determine just what it is that somehow qualitatively differentiates the Foo Fighters from Good Charlotte or Taking Back Sunday or Maroon 5 or Fallout Boy.
This just sounds like a shitty song to me, and knowing that he was once in a van and attended a hardcore show doesn't remotely elevate it above Goo Goo Dolls or Matchbox 20 or...whatever I'm meant to prefer it to. Would YOU want to be seen with that song?
I accept that this thread is in ever-increasing danger of being neutered by a growing chorus of half-hearted "Oh, come on - he's not THAT bad" murmuring, and it may very well be that type of defense that sums the man up far better than I ever could.
Fine. The poster child for nearly digestible competence.
I mean, THAT'S the guy you want eulogizing music?
I'm very happy for him that he's working his way through this bucket list with such determination and persistence - shit, who knows what any
of us could accomplish with that type of drive.
I've heard it all - "You tellin' me YOU wouldn't jump at the chance to ruin Beatles songs on television?"
Sure. I suppose I DO like the Beatles! Maybe we'd ALL like to do that.
But...why stop THERE?http://musicwayaustin.com/2014/11/21/foo-fighters-epic-austin-city-limits-show-%E2%97%84-r3cap/
...and Jimmie Vaughan came later to play “Tuff Enuff”, 6 guitars getting slashed on stage for a legendary moment.
Yep. 6 guitars playing that evergreen classic "Tuff Enuff" by the Fabulous Thunderbirds.
Here it is for your listening pleasure. Let's rock!
Man, obviously the original is hard to beat, but...if I'd only heard those guys blowing Trane on a 6 guitar pileup. I can only imagine the transcendant interplay. FINALLY!
If we're lucky, he might even get Blueshammer back together before the week is over.
A FAR more cynical soul than myself might suggest that the man doesn't know shit from Shinola, but...then I see
Seriously, they should show this shit in schools.
in my Facebook newsfeed and realize that the human experience should allow for a wider spectrum of perception than I might have initially thought.
I mean, FUCK - not only was I wrong about Grohl, but...I'VE BEEN SPELLING "TUFF" WRONG ALL THESE YEARS!!!!
The series will end soon. We'll somehow go back to watching something else and attempting to fill the void with religion, drugs, gambling or family.
The eight cities Grohl visits and spotlights will presumably benefit in some way, and maybe kids will learn about the Fabulous Thunderbirds.
But...you know, it's a big fucking country and...the number of key places he wasn't
able to visit are far
greater in number.
For every Rick Springfield or Trombone Shorty or Jimmie Vaughan, there's a THOUSAND other old rockers who have spent the last year or so vainly sitting by the phone. What about THEM?
I mean, let's take a look at this guy:
Now, obviously, you recognize Polish-American power pop pioneer Greg Kihn. Of the Greg Kihn Band. Who brought us such albums as Next of Kihn, Rockihnroll, Kihntinued, Kihnspiracy, Kihntagious, Citizen Kihn
and Unkihntrollable (Greg Kihn Live)
You don't think he wanted/needed his
jam session? You think he likes sitting there watching Rick Springfield "rock out" with Grohl on live television? You don't think HE didn't need the exposure just as badly if not worse?
I mean - we were talking recently about people who were "in the shit". The "I fought in the war for your sort!" sort. Kihn's story checks out. Check the record, Jack. He did
shit. He was on fucking Berserkley (a pioneering independent label that preceded punk by quite some time) in 1973! That is some fucking foundation laying shit, and...only a small part of the rich history of Bay Area Music. When Kihn dies, who will tell HIS story?
And it's not just Kihn who gets erased by the omission of a Bay Area themed episode. What about the Summer of Love? What about the thrash scene? What about Huey Lewis? Starship? You don't think it would have been cool to have Grohl interview Eddie Money and then write a song about the time Money ran out of blow?
Who's gonna go to Detroit (HUGE music city!) and interview Kid Rock, Sponge and Rockwell?
Shit. If ANYTHING, I'm coming around to the idea that there might not be ENOUGH Grohl to go around.