Are you a fan of Foo Fighters?Write a letter to Dave Grohl

Hi Dave,

Needless to say, I love Foo Fighters. Last time is saw you was at MSG in NY a few summers ago. I am a young 64 and love Rock n Roll.
Just wanted to tell you and your band mate's that I am sorry that the Corona virus has stopped concerts and by the time you all are back, I may be too old to get to see you perform.

It's been a blast!

Sincerely,
Pat Tiernan

Hi Dave and the Foos,
Have you guys ever watched Sifl and Oly? Old MTV show. Hilarious!

This is not a fan mail. It's more like a plead to save rock. So if there's anyone out there who feels exactly like I do , help.

Dave , you are one of the last few saviors of rock. The music genre that is slowly slipping away from the world and is replaced with dubstep shits and posers everywhere . I hope you do get a chance to read my letter , although I know the possibility of you doing so is slim to none . I appreciate that you're trying to grasp rock from vanishing into the foggy world of Justin Bieber and auto-tunes . Please , I beg of you , do everything you can to save rock. Gather whoever there is with a rock 'n' roll soul out there and , geez , I don't know , make a revolution or something . The world we live in now scares me at how fake people can be. Please . Someone like Jack Black even , just someone , anyone ,and man.... imagine how awesome it'd be if people like you guys rebel against all those stereotypical clones and dolls out there . Thank you for everything from your speech , to just your entire dedication and commitment to music . Save us , okay you, rascal.

To the man I`ve rocked out with since I knew what “ROCK!!” was,
To the mysterious man
Who took a different path
One down a different road
I haven`t taken and probably won`t know
The magnitude of what you`ve seen
The ups and downs of your anomaly
I`ve gone down the straighter path
Should`ve gone with you
This one`s kicking my ass
The little time that I do not stress
Are listening to your talent`s blessed
Not seeking a photo
Signed with your name
Just wanted you to know
Im fucking sick of YOLO
And the sounds that you n`yours make
Help keep me sane 

I didn`t know how else to start off so this won’t fall in a mundane category right off the bat. Then I thought that for all I know, you may fucking LIKE YOLO!! Just kidding. That was right fucking off-side.

So Mr. Dave Grohl!! You don`t need me to tell you that you`re a legend n`all that monotonous shite you hear being a rock god, so I`ll spare that and get to the point. Thank you. Thank you for something far greater than just playing in a band. Thank you for helping me when see there was so much more to life for a fat kid from the burbs on Vancouver Island, Canada! Here’s a story about a guy who’s first love fucked his best friend the one week he left, who literally broke his back at work and got fired for it, and because of the love of music… That only started because of bands that actually said something!

I was 12, and my dad and I had been living in and out of basement suites in Saanich, British Columbia for a good part of four years. That was after my parents split up, and my dad decided that it was best to pick up and move from Thunder Bay to the other side of the country. It was a tough go, as I was home for about 3 hours every night after school, I lived off frozen pizza and Kraft Dinner since I couldn`t make anything else for dinner, and the rest of my family lived in Ontario or Finland (Dad immigrated here and had me). That time was tough because I missed him all the time and I know he missed me too. He wanted nothing more than to see me instead of working long hours to feed and cloth me, and I tried not to forget that in tough times. Times like when I got the shit kicked out of me for wearing sweatpants with holes in the knees. Or not having rollerblades to play hockey ( Seemed like every fucking kid had them in my neighbourhood!! Yup…Canada eh?). Stupid petty shit like that was a big thing for a 12 year old kid at that time, and we couldn`t afford any of that (Now I’m glad we couldn’t), so I had very few friends. One of the buddies I did have across the street, introduced me to the sounds of Alice in Chains, Mudhoney, Soundgarden, The Offspring, and of course Nirvana. We used to fucking rock out relentlessly to Nevermind!! I remember we were awesome enough to make a music video of us pretending to play instruments to yours and other guys’ stuff. It may sound cliché and cheese dick, but that was when something happened and all the superficial shit didn’t matter anymore. All the fancy bikes, video games, shoes…..DIDN`T FUCKING CARE!! It was a liberation of sorts, and though as minor a revolution that it was, it changed me. I was thankful for the fact that there are REAL PEOPLE making REAL MUSIC, instead of shitty, materialistic, dudes willing to cross dress for money. Too bad I was still an insecure kid and once again, I had to move to a new town. I biked over to one of the few friend’s houses to say goodbye, since I was leaving in a couple weeks. He said a few of the guys were coming over to play in the yard so I should stay awhile and play for one last time. Turns out, my “friend”, had set me up and all the kids waited for me to start counting down during a game of hide and seek to pelt me maliciously with pine cones until I rode out of sight balling my eyes out. I seriously thought about going home and eating all of our toothpaste, because I heard if you ingested enough, you would die. Thankfully, I didn’t!!! Instead, I popped in my “Nevermind” cassette for the 10-millionth time, and hoped that this new place would not be filled with a bunch of stuck up rich kids!

My dad had met a girl, so we moved up to Nanaimo and started out fresh. That place was my home!! I became friends with the neighbour’s son right away, and fit right in because almost everyone here is in the middle-lower class. Like a duck in fucking water! There’s one shitty part of life taken care of. I could elaborate on the details that have brought me to this point, but I’d be amazed if you’ve even made it this far!! Let alone give you my WHOLE life’s story. So long story made uhhhh….. A little bit shorter?? Flash forward through about 20 years of Good Times/Bad Times, Up’s & Downs to present day. I lost my job because I broke my back having a seizure, I’ve had 2 more because I’ve been diagnosed with Chronic Lyme’s disease. A disease that I’ve apparently had since I was 6, accompanied by Fibromyalgia. My girlfriend (love of my life and I will marry her when I can buy the ring), has to pay all of the bills because Canada doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with me. I can’t work because I can’t drive since I am taking a seizure medication from a doctor in the USA, since any medical doctor’s that treat me here lose their license, and to top it all off, the bank is going to take my Jeep that I built pretty well from scratch to pay for a loan/credit card during the time I had a good paying job (before recession). This is where I make it clear that I AM NOT LOOKING FOR A HANDOUT OR EXPECT YOU TO FEEL SORRY FOR ME!!!!!! I just wanted to write to you and to say that just when I thought that nothing could bring me back, I listened to “Another Round”, after fighting with my girl about money thinking about that bottle of toothpaste again, and it made it seem like everything was going to work out. That is why you are the first ever celebrity I’ve written. Thank you for getting to where you are by starting somewhere in obscurity. Nirvana turned one shitty point in life around for me, and this time Them and The Foo have helped inspire me to follow my dreams. While I am recovering from Lyme, I am in the works to write my second book (I paid to get a book of poetry published). I am also preparing to record an acoustic album of original songs (I can play and I can sing….Just not at the same time for some fucking reason!!) Not for fame, not for more dollars than I need, but to make a living following a passion. That and to have even ONE PERSON say I helped them a fraction of the amount that you have helped me. That is as real a letter as I had written in a long fucking time so I hope you made it through that and it makes you happy knowing you bettered another person’s life, and I would say it to your face so you can see I’m not full of shit. It felt fucking great to write either way!! All the best and Happy Holidays to you and yours from up north!! If you got this by then of course.

Sincerely,