Well, not their curse, exactly. Really more like mine.
I have tried to like the Foo Fighters, and for the most part, I do like their music. But I would listen to them and in Dave Grohl’s impassioned, occasionally snarly, always awesome voice, I only heard what I was missing. I was missing Nirvana.
I remember when I first heard Nirvana; I was completely blown away. There were a few albums that have done that for me over the years, but none like Nirvana; nothing has come close. It was tragic when Kurt imploded and I was upset.
And I wanted to love the Foo Fighters. I wanted both Dave and Krist to be successful and to show that it was possible to love music and play it well and be happy. But it just never felt quite right.
Then came Wasting Light.
My, my, what an awesome beast this is! I rushed to the store today to pick it up, immediately put it in my CD player and heeded the advice on the sticker that said Please Play at Maximum Volume. And fell in love.
This is the album that broke the curse of the Foo Fighters for me. If I could spend the rest of my life only listening to “Rope,” I would be a happy girl. But I get all the other songs, too.