random acts of senseless beauty

Tonight, Cath and I made our debut trip to the new Wembley Stadium to see Foo Fighters.

I had a long, frustrating and complicated work-day at the end of a long, frustrating and complicated week.  I’d got to the point where going felt like a hassle… but oh!  I knew it would be good – they’re a band I’ve wanted to see for a long time but never made it happen –  in fact I knew it would be great, but I hadn’t even considered that it would be one of the gigs of my life.

The venue is amazing, with staff who, to a wo/man are helpful pleasant and seem to actually enjoy their jobs;  the company was amazing, as going out with my sister is always something fantastically special; Supergrass supporting was amazing, as I can never get enough of them;  the crowd were amazing, with a general good feeling purveying throughout and a stadium is the only place where Mexican Waves look truly awesome; and the band were phenomenal.

To go all Westwood on yo’ ass it was Heavy Hit after Heavy Hit after Heavy Hit.  Cath and I rocked out as only two 30-something, white, middleclass, British girls can – singing, jumping, pointing and shaking our expensively cut hair all over the place.

They finished the main set with Monkey Wrench, vanished below and then came back for the encore, only to introduce Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones and proceed into Rock N Roll with Dave Grohl on Drums and Taylor Hawkins doing the vocal of his life.

I stood, open mouthed, with my hands behind my head until Cath nudged me and reminded me to enjoy it!   Overwhelmed is an understatement.

Having ripped through another Zep track they finished with Best Of You, and I surprised even myself by crying pretty much all the way through it.   AMAZING.

And so I find myself on the eve of something that feels important.  Tomorrow is a day that felt like it would never come, and yet here it is.  1 more sleep.  1 more complicated and long day at work.  It’s nothing at all.  It’s less than 24 hours.

Mr Grohl can sum it up even better… Everlong

Hello
I’ve waited here for you
Everlong

Tonight
I’ve thrown myself into
And out of the red, out of her head, she sang

Come down
And waste away with me
Down with me

Slow how
You wanted it to be
I’m over my head, out of her head, she sang

And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I’ll ever ask of you
Gotta promise not to stop when I say, when
She sang

Breath out
So I can breathe you in
Hold you in

And now
I know you’ve always been
Out of your head, out of my head, I sang

And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I’ll ever ask of you
Gotta promise not to stop when I say, when
She sang

And I wonder
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I’ll ever ask of you
Gotta promise not to stop when I say, when…