Yesterday morning I woke up with one thing on my agenda: Grab
Chipotle with a few High School friends.
By 6pm I was on a train with 65
dollars drained from my bank account and print out tickets to see Dave Grohl
and The Sound City Players. If you aren’t aware, Dave Grohl, yeah that dude
from Nirvana, recently released a documentary he himself directed called Sound City. Sound City is the recording
studio where a myriad of billboard records were created. Dave decided, while
recording, that he wanted to make music with as many each of these artists that
he interviewed.
Being Dave Grohl, he was able to get essentially everyone on
board, and is now sporadically touring the album with these huge names. Besides
all of the touring members of the Foo Fighters, Grohl’s Nirvana bandmate Krist Novoselic,
Alain Johannes (Eleven, Queens Of The Stone Age), Chris Goss (Masters of
Reality), Brad Wilk (Rage Against The Machine), Lee Ving (Fear), Rick Nielsen
(Cheap Trick), Rick Springfield, John Fogerty, and Stevie Nicks were present.
The
lineup of the show was anything but traditional, but somehow worked. With no
opening band Dave was able to keep the attention of the audience by bringing
out his players in 4 to 5 song spurts. Each player was introduced by playing a
clip of their interview from the Sound City film on a screen that covered the
entire stage. The screen was quickly lifted to reveal the each artist. It was
hard to deny the magic that was created in that shit-hole of a studio.
Single
after single the crowd ate it up. What amazed me the most was the diversity of
the crowd itself, I found a few over the hill rockers to my right, a middle age
group of friends to my left, two business professionals behind me, and a few
teenyboppers in front of me. Chanting the catchy choruses to these influential chart
toppers was something I’ve never experienced before, or might ever experience
again.
Waiting in the seemingly never-ending coat check line my friend and I instantly
reminisced about the show with a few new friends over the wafting smell of body
odor and kebab trucks.
So much for Chipotle, but we did enjoy some late night
McDonalds before our trek home. So above is a link to these legends take on CCR’s
Fortunate Son. The record is not released, so fan shot live stuff is all we have for now. This particular clip is not from the show NYC show (crap footage is crap) but it'll do.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son
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