Hello! I've waited here for you! Everlong!

It's been a while again.

Sorry.

I threw a festie in my parent's backyard. It was a hit.

But tonight I Fought Foo in an acoustic sense and had a drop dead, near-tears, mindfuck of a night with rachel r., who always seems to be next to me when I'm hit in the head with the love of rock and roll.

Tonight it was Dave Grohl who did it to me, and he's done it before: he's a funny guy, he writes great songs, and he was in the band that started it all for me, so he gets extra credit. But tonight at the Pantages, he rearranged everything, meticulously; simple drum builds became instrument sweeps, lead picking became jazz handling, and the Foo Fighters went from being a great rock band to one of the greatest bands in the world, BAM, like that.

Which is ironic, because their acoustic record might be the worst one-disk in the Foo's history.

But here it wasn't just those songs that were rearranged: it was Marigold, Dave's only Nirvana contribution, careful and concise. It was My Hero, with a solo from Roland Joffee that was soft, gentle, and hard-hitting, all at once. It was Best Of You, still raw, still participatory.

But mostly it was dave, who carries himself on stage the way I'd like to, with humor and a confidence that is far from swaggering. He told off the Virginians in the front and represented for the 818 -- and then played lullabies that I hope, someday my kids will hear.

Can't wait for the DVD. And I'm bummed that I need to spend my night tomorrow watching The Mars Volta and RHCP. That's fucking weird, isn't it!

J