A great musical treat...

Last Monday (the 23rd) I was prancing around my cube like a fawn needing to pee - today was the day! It was Foo Fighters and Motorhead! Callu, kallay!

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The day was peppered with amusing texts from my partner in crime this evening, Anna, and how she wasn't feeling up to it, literally ran a marathon for the first time 48 hours prior, tired, blah...blah...blah... What ev. I suspected she might be bullshitting me. Then she mentions she'll send her husband in her stead with the new BMW they picked up in trade for the Forerunner. Hmmm.. up the ante I guess.

End game is I am at home, practicing my prancing, and finally get a response (at 6.30pm - show's at 7pm, but who gives a flying fuck about Biffy Kiro? - not I) indicating The Tad's on his way. About f'n time.

A super stellar blue beast pulls up. Damn... them new BMW's are quite pretty. This is like Superman Blue. Bad ass.

We speed off down the interstate and get there about seven thirtyish. Biffy's about to get off, I am double fisting tallboys, and off we go.

There as a lot of mumbles and grumbles going on regarding the information posted on the doors coming in. It said that Motorhead was stuck in Dallas and FooFighters were going to play for two and a half hours. Ahuh... the fans around us were pissy and laughing at the obvious lie of 2.5 hours of play.

I on the other hand had faith.... but hell Foo Fighters could have thrown me two songs and I would have still squeeled with joy.

The lights dim and shit goes nuts. Let me set this up for you - there's the stage on the far right... a narrow gated corridor I was eyeballing earlier (for cabling, right?) that ran from the stage back to the sound cage/superfan area. It was pretty cool - the guys were in sunken ish areas mixing the sound with a catwalk running between them. Very Starwars. Tons of people milling around, some crazied drunken ginger and friend behind us, a possible angry molester to the left of me, and some military guy and son to the right of Tad. Oh crazy lady and daughter with glow ropes swinging them around like a whip. Oh and we were four rows up from the edge.

After a bitch'n intro of 'burning bridge'... song after song... great lighting, super animated, and bitch'n clear. Then they take a break to let Grohl address the crowd. Grohl read the text from Lemi saying something about "3pm is the new 5pm. partly cloudy is the new tornado". He went on to say they weren't fucking around about the 2.5 hour show because he loves the fans and they love him. Then it became "We'll leave when you get tired of us so let us know or we'll play all night". Ah.. what? Is this gonig to be the most epic lock in at the rec center? I could only hope so.

Grohl added that they have over sixteen years of music and over a hundred songs. When they burn through those they'll start covering other people hits... liiiiiiiike Tom Petty's "Break down".

Somewhere in the show it was made clear the corridor in the center was so Grohl can run to the center/back of the auditorium to entertain teh back of the crowd... and that this platform he was on moves up about fifteen ish feet! The catwalk moved to a stairs! It was bad ass.

The concert raged on... a bit of stopping here or there to screw with the crowd, but such an insanely awesome set.

http://www.setlist.fm/setlist/foo-fighters/2011/mid-america-center-council-bluffs-ia-1bd3cd88.html

I was pretty intrigue by their set. They had these giant satellites of speakers (five or six boxes and about that many of tri-sided concave ones). The concave ones were LED screens that had some interesting visuals... until the encoure where a direct feed to the back stage showed a night vision camera on the band as they were arguing how many more songs to play. As everyone was distracted Grohl sneaks through the crowd to the stage in the back and bam! The lights are on him as his being jetted up fifteen feet.. to treat us with an acoustic 'long road to ruin'. Wow.. fucking wow.

Ten total songs on the encore with a "School's out" cover which the ginger didn't like.

I got home about twelve thirty in the morning and flopped on my floor. I couldn't digest how bad ass that was.

will do again... and again... and again.