July 5, 2012

That One Time I Met the Foo Fighters...

Yeah, so that happened.

It was February of 2011. I had just moved to L.A... landed a sweet apartment in West Hollywood... the sun was shining on me. Life was good.

And then I got a phone call from an MTV casting director, inviting me to hang with the Foo Fighters for a day at another fan's house in the Valley, where they were filming the "Rope" video premiere.

Now let me preface this by saying I am a total 90's chick. As in hardcore 90's. As in I owned every obscure imported Nirvana bootleg album, t-shirt, video and magazine article known to man. I even went to Seattle once and made a beeline for Cobain's house. (As seen in this extremely crappy cell phone photo below. Apparently the new owners have built a wall up to keep creepy stalkers like me away. Harumph.)

So aaanyways, yeah. I was kind of excited.

The premiere took place at some 20-year-old kid's parents house in the Valley, in the garage. The Foos rolled up in their old school limo, chilled in this kid's parents garage like a bunch of college kids (all while filming the premiere), then hung out with everyone afterward.

And let me say, for the record. They are so. effing. nice.

This is coming from a girl who's had her fair share of famous musicians. I've made out with them to get on tour buses, slept with them thinking they were actually going to call me after, and got rejected by them for reasons I'm still trying to figure out. And believe me, when your favorite singer turns out to be an a-hole in real life, it kinds of puts a damper on the music.

On the flipside, the Foo Fighters are the coolest, funniest guys you'll ever meet.

And then a funny thing happened. I actually started liking their music more. Not that I ever disliked it. It just, in my mind, could never compare to the genius of Nirvana.

Rock on Foos.