Tragedy hung in the air at the Foo Fighters show.
Tragedy hung in the air at the Foo Fighters show.
The masses came and the Foos delivered. But there was more to this three-hour show than 'Everlong' and 'Monkey Wrench'.
It was there when Dave Grohl introduced ‘Aurora’, the first song he ever wrote with Taylor Hawkins and one he says he now plays at every single Foo Fighters show to honour the band’s late drummer.
It was there as Hawkins’ replacement Josh Freese appeared to wipe tears from his eyes as an extended cheer echoed around Mt Smart Stadium, the applause acting as both a friendly welcome and an initiation by a converted congregation.
It was there when Grohl stepped away from his band to play a solo version of ‘Ballad of the Beaconsfield Miners’, his acoustic ode to two Australian Foo Fighters fans stranded for two weeks when a mine collapsed and nearly killed them in 2006.
And it was there in ‘The Teacher,’ a trippy, Tool-y, late-set, prog-rock epic Grohl penned in tribute to his late mother Virginia, which landed with the kind of psychedelic visuals Maynard James Keenan and co would approve of.
Tragedy was everywhere at Saturday night’s Foo Fighters show, a concert initially scheduled for 2022 but cancelled after Hawkins’ death by cardiac arrest in Colombia.
It hung heavy in the thick, sticky South Auckland air; it was emblazoned on the many T-shirts covered by Kurt Cobain’s face.
Grohl is, of course, a man used to tragedy.
It seems to follow him around, catching him when he least expects it. It has tried to derail his plans from the moment he first caught the public’s eye as the sinewy drummer for heavyweight rock act Nirvana, a band that rode the crest of the grunge wave until Cobain’s 1994 suicide derailed it all.
The loss of Cobain, then Hawkins, then his mother, could have killed lesser men, or at least sent them on a search for something a little less public, and a little less painful, than life on the road as the leader of one of the world’s biggest rock n roll bands.
But as Grohl came running out onto Mt Smart’s stage on Saturday night, guitar slung around his neck, long hair strangling his face, a wired grin spread ear to ear, one thing was clear: he needs this.
“This is my happy place,” he told the heaving, nearly sold out Mt Smart crowd. “I’m never going to leave it.”
If you read the reviews – there are exactly four of them, which is about as many as you can expect these days – you would be forgiven for thinking Saturday night’s show was spectacular, a vintage Foos performance, perhaps the best version of the band that’s ever visited our shores.
“Every hit was delivered with sweaty passion,” enthused NZ Herald.
“Grohl and company proved they still know how to soar,” ranted TVNZ.
“A perfectly executed rock assault,” reported Stuff.
“The band are well and truly at the top of their game,” exhaled Ambient Light.
Yes, much of that is true.
Freese is a fine addition to the band, his muscular precision and machine-gun fills breathing new life into old songs, especially ‘My Hero’ and ‘Monkey Wrench’.
Grohl remains a captivating front man, able to entertain with a dry quip, a wry smile, an eyebrow raise, or by tipping cups of water over his shaggy mane then shaking out his locks like a dog that’s just had a dip.
Along with excellent opening slots by local punk champs Dick Move and grunge throwbacks The Breeders, the Foos’ three-hour show really was a value-for-money stadium spectacle, one that felt especially nostalgic for those who saw the Foos perform at the Big Day Out on the same stage nearly to the day 21 years ago.
But was it really, as many of those reviews suggest, a champagne performance that matches any of the band’s multiple visits here over the past 30 years?
Did it rival the seismic activity of the Foo Fighters’ Western Springs show in 2011, a show so huge it really did create a “volcanic tremor”?
Does it compare to the Christchurch Earthquake benefit show at Auckland’s Town Hall that same year, a show that had Grohl running around the venue’s top deck, playing the throbbing riff for ‘Stacked Actors’ then being surprised by a fan’s sneaky pash?
Does it measure up to the Big Day Out Galatos sideshow in 2003, a big band in a small venue stuffed with fans moshing so hard staff were forced to prop up the floor with guitar cases from underneath in case it gave way?
Personally, my fondest Foos memory comes from 1998 at the Town Hall, a concert that began with Grohl and Hawkins smashing out dueling rhythms on rival drum kits, then showcasing songs from The Colour & The Shape, still the best Foos’ record by some distance.
While it made up for their drizzly, undercooked performance from 2018’s Foos & Weez tour, I don’t believe Saturday night’s effort was up there with the best of them.
At three hours, a Foo Fighters setlist in 2024 is no longer wall-to-wall rock songs. Instead, it’s peppered with covers and snippets, slower moments and extended outros. Fragments of ‘Sabotage,’ ‘Blackbird,’ ‘Enter Sandman,’ ‘March of the Pigs’ and ‘Whip It’ reminded me of the 90s jukebox thing Limp Bizkit pulled off a couple of months back.
Grohl is 55, and there are obvious concessions to his age: his runway out into the crowd is at least two-thirds shorter than it was in 2018, and he’s definitely toned down the frenetic stage antics he used to pull off – perhaps a result of that broken leg he suffered in 2015.
The night’s big surprise – Jack Black taking a break from his Minecraft movie for a zany rendition of AC/DC’s ‘Big Balls’ – was a good one, but it also felt like a necessary one, a ‘WTF?’ moment in a show that probably needed a couple more of them.
Perhaps it was the sheer amount of tragedy that hung over the night. Maybe it’s the heartbreaking funeral I’d been to earlier in the day. Possibly it’s because I couldn’t find a single bar selling an actual cold beer. Probably it’s that I’ve seen this band play live way too many god-damned times to have any kind of perspective on any of this.
But, to my ears, the moment that really spoke volumes didn’t come from any of the many tributes, or from Grohl’s huge guitar riffs for the night’s stand outs ‘The Sky Is a Neighborhood’ and ‘Best of You’, or from yet another mass singalong from a crowd in fine voice.
It came from a much quieter place. Near the end of the show, the sun had set, a hush fell over the audience, and soon I was wiping a tear from my own eye, just like the band’s drummer, Josh Freese.
Grohl took this moment to say something so simple, yet so poignant, it felt like he should probably book a spot on a therapist’s couch sometime soon.
“I don’t like saying goodbye,” said Grohl.
“So I’m not going to say it.”
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