A declaration of undying love for rock star, multi-instrumentalist, and all around badass, Dave Grohl
On Friday (June 12), a horrified crowd in Sweden gasped as Dave Grohl plummeted off the stage during Monkey Wrench. “Ladies and gentlemen, I think I just broke my leg. I think I really broke my leg. So look, you have my promise, right now, that the Foo Fighters, we’re gonna come back and finish the show. But right now I’m gonna go to the hospital, I’m gonna fix my leg, but then I’m gonna come back and we’re gonna play for you again!” He belted out an ironically timed cover of Queen and David Bowie’s “Under Pressure” while paramedics swarmed the rock god. He disappeared for 15-20 minutes, in which the Foo’s left standing performed more covers, then returned to the stage in a cast to finish the show. “I may not be able to walk or run, but I can still play guitar and scream, ” he proclaimed. This. THIS is why Dave Grohl is loved, worshiped, and treated like a messiah by so many music fans around the world.
The following is an ancient form of expression used by the likes of Shakespeare, countless Presidents, and other dead people…a love letter.
Dear Mr. Grohl,
It must be said – Dave Grohl, I love you. Don’t get confused, this is not a desire to date/marry/make sweet, sweet love to you, nay; this is a declaration of holy love. The kind of love a dedicated Christian feels for Jesus, or an infant feels for the mythical Santa Claus, or in the same manner a fat kid loves cake. Dave Grohl, St. Grohl if you will, is sacred. When a flock of poo-filled birds descend upon a festival, Kings of Leon run; when pop stars get tired, the petty weaklings cancel tours; when Axl Rose is cranky, he has a tantrum and storms off stage; when Morrissey is, well, being Morrissey, he cancels shows; but, Dave, when you rock so hard you fall off stage and break your leg, YOU KEEP FUCKING ROCKING!
This is in addition to what we already know and love about you, Mr. Grohl. Not only have you been a part of two of the biggest rock bands in the past 20 years, you’re also a music nerd, passionately geeking out over music’s vast history while educating a younger generation with docs like Sound City and Sonic Highways. In a musical landscape littered with overproduced, digitally enhanced, auto-tuned nightmares, you stand up for musicians who put in the work to master their craft.
I love that your idea of a fun birthday party is to put on an epic show with special guests for your fans, just because you can. You and your army of Foo’s will play for hours too, probably thanks to your borderline crippling coffee addiction (FRESH POTS!!!). When the Westboro Baptist Church picketed your show in Kansas, the Foo Fighters gave them an irreverent and hilarious performance complete with hillbilly costumes. Your love and passion for music led you to become ambassador for Record Store Day to promote independent record stores all around the country. The Foo Fighters always have a great sense of humor and aren’t afraid to dress in drag; some even make an attractive woman (looking at you Taylor Hawkins).
When you broke your leg at the beginning of your set, you refused to let that stop you, your band, and your Swedish fans from having a good time. You soldiered on for over 2 hours and even managed to stand at the end. For this, I salute you. You, sir, are a gentleman and a scholar. Stay classy Dave Grohl.
Thank you Gothenburg. That was amazing. pic.twitter.com/BXvuxIfVEv
— Foo Fighters (@foofighters) June 12, 2015