There's something about growing up with a popular band, hearing their singles on the radio, watching as their lead singer becomes a ubiquitous media presence, that sort of makes you take them for granted. You begin to lose sight of everything you love about them, and start focusing on the things you don't. They change, or try something new, and resentment grows. It happens in every relationship. I've been a Foo Fighters fan for going on fifteen years, and I'll admit to having those feelings. "Is this really one of my favorite bands?" "Are they even trying anymore?" "Why does Dave Grohl always talk about his love for metal despite only making ONE fucking Probot album?!?" It just seems it's a part of human nature to focus on the negative parts of things you hold so dear. Fortunately, sometimes there are moments that grab hold of you by the ears, pull you in close, and scream in your face "YOU'RE A FUCKING MORON; YOU KNOW YOU LOVE THIS SHIT AND THIS IS WHY!!!!" Grohl and his fellow fighters of foo's concert at historic Wrigley Field two Saturdays ago was just such a moment.
