Off to see the Foo Fighters in the Q-boro tonight.
Apparently, the frontman is still in a foot cast, so perhaps he'll have a guest of some sort to help him out.
Maybe this guy, if I'm lucky.
That's a terrific song, BTW. And it still kind of boggles my tiny mind that Grohl turned out to be the Bruce Springsteen of his generation, i.e. the keeper of the rock-and-roll flame.