It’s a well known fact that I intensely love Dave Grohl. Always have, always will. Whatever he does, I will support. I’m a little shocked that it took me so long to finally read his memoir, but here we are! Favourite parts ahead.
“DNA is a miraculous thing. We all carry traits of people we have never met somewhere deep within our chemistry. I’m no scientist, but I believe that my musical abilities are proof of this. There is no divine intervention here. This is flesh and blood. This is something that comes from the inside out.”
“From my first tour at the age of eighteen, I always loved traveling to Canada. The hash was good, the girls were cute, and the shows were consistently wild. Canadians are fucking awesome. Laid-back, genuine, and funny as hell. I defy anyone to walk one city block without making a fast friend in Canada.”
And speaking of Canada, I absolutely love the fact that he met and played with Iggy Pop at the goddam Rivoli of all places.
The story where he breaks his leg during a show is incredible.
He spoke so high of the Ring of Kerry in Ireland that I looked it up and wow. Putting it on the travel list.
He mentioned how his mom wrote a book (with contributions from others) called From Cradle To Stage: Stories from the Mothers Who Rocked and Raised Rock Stars that sounds great and I really want to read next. They also appears to be a series??
One of the post-show meals he kept mentioned? KFC chicken and champagne. And I mean, it honestly sounds just gross enough to be fantastic.
Obviously this was published after Taylor Hawkins passed away, so I can’t imagine how hard that must have been for his to go through since he talks about him so lovingly throughout the whole book. Honestly, just such a great read.
You know what's weird? You don't know how much I love Dave Grohl. This is the first time I'm mentioning him on the blog since its inception two years earlier, and that seems kind of fucked up to me. I used to adore this man. And it's not as though I don't anymore - it's more of a silent "Ahh yes. Dave Grohl" kind of feeling now. Just a buried love affair that once was. I don't want to get into too much detail about being in my late teens & early twenties and fully believing that I would marry this man.
I mean, look at him.
And I was too young to like Nirvana when they were around, so I boarded the Grohl train in the early Foo Fighters years. They were at the first concert I went to (Summersault 2000) and that was when I fully knew how I felt. I mean, someone hurled a water bottle at his face and he casually caught it mid-air and then took a sip. Can you comprehend how cool that looked?
In any case, does this post have a point? Not really. It just felt weird to write on here for so long and not mention his name. Oh, and also - if you're not in love with this man's voice after the acoustic version of Everlong, then you, my dear, are dead inside.
I don't get nuts when I see celebrities, but him and Martin Short are the only two people I think I would convulse at seeing in the flesh.
All right, that's all.
Sidenote: Happy Birthday to one of the best humans I know, my brother Gary. You're in my top three of people I couldn't live without and I hope you're aware of how much I sing your praises to everyone I know. (And also, you kind of introduced me to the magic of Dave Grohl, so I kind of am in debt to you forever for that.) Thank you for being everything that you are. I love you enough to temporarily give up my Perfect Strangers collection.
