1997 was a special year for yours truly. I didn’t know it at the time, but the Denver Broncos and John Elway were on their way to winning their first of two Super Bowls. And of just-as-large significance to me, I heard “My Hero” by the Foo Fighters for the first time.
Epic.
They immediately became my favorite band, and have unapologetically remained in that status ever since.
I saw the Foo Fighters in concert for the first time this past summer (I can’t believe it took me 14 years), and it was hands-down the best live music experience of my life. They were sharp. Their energy was infectious. And it wasn’t a manufactured sharpness — they were just amazingly good at what they do. They fed the crowd and fed off the crowd and, even though it was but one stop in the Arizona desert for them, they legitimately left my friend and me believing that the night was as special to them as it was for us. That’s a hard phenomenon to recreate for 50+ stops o...
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