foo's gold
it’s a factory, burnt-out, disused, a wasteland, concrete and steel, rust, trash, late teen punks move through it, skateboarding of course, urinating, kissing, laughing, flippin the bird
cut into that one of the biggest bands in the world, the 50 year plus foo fighters, mostly dave grohl in close-up singing from the heart about his youthful memories and something about war, or waiting for a war, playing his very fine acoustic guitar, and up close his ageing face and his little blanger beard and and his long rocker hair
he’s still a rocker of course, he’s made a killing out of that, not in a warlike sense of course, or maybe it is, he has fought the good war for rock, he fought the battles to get his scream and sometimes normal singing and his riffs into the international pantheon, that’s no mean feat, his feelings are in shape, he still accesses them and shapes them into rockart
and then there are some faceless suits shaking their heads at something, maybe it's just the creative act, or chasing your dreams, or being young and dreamy and free and fucking about and not giving a fuck about the lifechoices capitalism offers its youngsters
and maybe one of these nose-ringed young punks fucking around in this abandoned lot can do the same, go ALL THE WAY, just like dave went all the way
and the band, the lesser foos, stand there in their allotted lot, waiting for their moment to start, but dave’s not finished with the heartfelt acoustic stuff, and they will only get to rock out as THE FULL FOOS UNIT in the last quarter of the song, headbanging because they are really rocking now, older men can still headbang and rock out like that, and dave has turned the emotive growling all the way up to grunty howling
and maybe there is a small part of dave's brain that thinks there is a direct line between him and his old bandmate kurdt kobain, but somehow they are nothing alike, to me, but i can’t put my finger on why that is exactly, it’s probs just a failing of my own, and anyway the song is over now, it'll probably go to number 1.
cut into that one of the biggest bands in the world, the 50 year plus foo fighters, mostly dave grohl in close-up singing from the heart about his youthful memories and something about war, or waiting for a war, playing his very fine acoustic guitar, and up close his ageing face and his little blanger beard and and his long rocker hair
he’s still a rocker of course, he’s made a killing out of that, not in a warlike sense of course, or maybe it is, he has fought the good war for rock, he fought the battles to get his scream and sometimes normal singing and his riffs into the international pantheon, that’s no mean feat, his feelings are in shape, he still accesses them and shapes them into rockart
and then there are some faceless suits shaking their heads at something, maybe it's just the creative act, or chasing your dreams, or being young and dreamy and free and fucking about and not giving a fuck about the lifechoices capitalism offers its youngsters
and maybe one of these nose-ringed young punks fucking around in this abandoned lot can do the same, go ALL THE WAY, just like dave went all the way
and the band, the lesser foos, stand there in their allotted lot, waiting for their moment to start, but dave’s not finished with the heartfelt acoustic stuff, and they will only get to rock out as THE FULL FOOS UNIT in the last quarter of the song, headbanging because they are really rocking now, older men can still headbang and rock out like that, and dave has turned the emotive growling all the way up to grunty howling
and maybe there is a small part of dave's brain that thinks there is a direct line between him and his old bandmate kurdt kobain, but somehow they are nothing alike, to me, but i can’t put my finger on why that is exactly, it’s probs just a failing of my own, and anyway the song is over now, it'll probably go to number 1.
https://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/foo-fighters-medicine-at-midnight/
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