Music reviewer Jason McMackin figures out who the fans are.
by Jason McMackin
I’ve often wondered who listens to classic rock radio, but also who enjoys it. After last night’s rock and roll concert at the Adams Center I now know: Foo Fighters fans.
Take away the modern stage accoutrements—a floor lit from below with video and vertigo-inducing lights, three-sided LED panels hung from the ceiling—and you essentially have a Van Hagar concert circa 1989. Dave Grohl and guitarist Chris Shifflet traded hot licks (Grohl doing so from an elevated perch at the back of the house, which, quite frankly was totally sweet). There was a drum solo. Hits were played. Charming ringleader Grohl enticed the crowd to sing along and rewarded them with praise when they did, “Why did we wait so long to come here and play a concert?” he asked, “If we knew it was this kick-ass, we would have been here 16 years ago." High fives all-around! And like a performance from the bad old days, the Foos played for about two hours. Impressive? Yes, but like most of their songs a touch too long. The boys seem to revel in 1970s rock and roll shtick, barely making fun of it, mostly enjoying the hell out of it. I never realized how meta the Foos were.
Like it or not, FF knows what the people want; they want that old time rock and roll, maybe even their parent’s old time rock and roll. The mom with husband and two tweens in tow who sat near me summed up it up, “This reminds me of when I saw Pearl Jam here in college.”