Holy cow, that was some gig.
I genuinely didn’t think, even as I made my way over to the venue at Sydney University by bus on Friday night, that I’d actually get to see the Foos. Somehow, I thought I’d get rumbled even though I had a legitimate ticket (thanks to the completely wonderful Fugitive Pieces).
And after running across campus in the rain to arrive just as the doors opened, I almost didn’t get in – they carded me. Me. Aged 39. Got carded. And I don’t have an ID card, Britain doesn’t issue them. Nor do I have an Aussie driver’s licence. And I didn’t have my UK driver’s licence on me since I went by bus, without a bag, just with my iPhone, keys and bank card shoved in my jeans pocket. For an awful moment I thought the bouncer was going to be a stickler for the rules: “Its not about your age, love, its for safety reasons, in case you get hurt and need to be identified, we’re turning people away without IDs, I could get in a lot of trouble for letting you in…” etc. “Oh my god, but pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaasssseeee! I’m English, I’m so sorry, we don’t have ID cards, but I have my bank card, see? It has my name on it, and look, my iPhone has my emergency contact details and my medical history and everything on this app, look. I’m sorry. Pleeeeeease let me in, pleeeeeeeeaase.” So she did, gawd bless her.
And it was bloody brilliant.
They played a 2 and a half hour main set, followed by another half hour encore. And I was right in the middle, three (sweaty) people from the front, for the whole of it, jumping up and down with my arms in the air, rock horns a-pumping, singing along like an adoring banshee. Suddenly, all the working out I’ve been doing over the last 4 months made perfect sense; it gave me the stamina to survive – nay, thrive – for three hours in a Foo Fighters mosh pit.
The venue was tiny – just a bar at Sydney University – and there couldn’t have been more than a couple of hundred people in the audience. The music was deliciously LOUD – so loud, in fact, that the Foos blew out their PA system… but did Dave let that stop them? Nope, they just rigged up some sort of way round it, and carried on. He was clearly loving it as much as we were.
They played the whole of the new album, Wasting Light, which is due for release next month and which sounded so good that I’m now even more impatient to download it as soon as it hits iTunes. Then they played a selection of songs from their 16 year back catalogue, including some of my favourites.
I did try to take photos and footage on my iPhone for the benefit of friends who couldn’t be there but when I checked it on Saturday morning, well… let’s just say that there’s a lot of enthusiastic bouncing and lights and noise and no clear picture of anything. I was enjoying myself too much to be able to stand still long enough to take decent shots. The short piece above was taken at the start, before it all kicked off properly…
I spent most of Saturday grinning and recovering. I really hope the band enjoyed it as much as they seemed to, because they made a lot of people very, very happy with some seriously kathartic musical energy.