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I've got another confession to make...

When I was 14 I had the absolute privilege of going to my very first live concert. Who was it, you ask. Well, just The Rolling Stones. Now I'm sorry, but unless you have no heartbeat, there is no way you don't get addicted to concerts after that. Watching Mick running up and down that stage, singing songs you grew up to was like a dream come true.

Since then I've been lucky enough to see some of the most amazing bands and after almost all of them (apart from Kings of Leon, massive disappointment) I've thought they were the best. But this weekend I saw the Foo Fighters. I guess I didn't know what best was until then.

They came out and played a three hour set. Let me just say that again, a THREE hour set. They played their hearts out and genuinely looked like they were having the time of their lives. The fact that they built a mini stage all the way out to us in cheap seats, just shows you how awesome they are. I felt like those Beatles fans back in the day. One of the most talented musicians of our time was right in front of me.


All I can say is, never in my twenty three years, has any band given us the best of them quite like the Foo Fighters did.  


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