Foo Fighters and Royal Blood (Live Action Report)


Sitting on an old worn railroad tie at the First Niagara Pavilion with The Dr. while noticing the nicest shoes on the ladies exiting the powder room and while informing the owners of the nicest shoes of their razor sharp taste in foot finery. Behold, there was a vision. A vision for just a moment of these wheelbarrows plum full of colossal gold nuggets. With one slap to the face by one of the foot finery experts the vision turned to reality as the wheelbarrows were just simply full of ice and cans of beer that had a non negotiable price of $12.50 a beer.  I tried to haggle by offering a couple of Burmese hand rolled cigarettes to acquire two beers for a Jackson. The wheelbarrow guardian didn’t even crack a smile at my full hearted offer.  I gave him $25 and stole a piece of ice from the gold mine to soothe the red hand print on my cheek.

On 8/25 Royal Blood opened up for the Foo Fighters in Burgettstown, Pennsylvania. The Dr. had texted me some weeks before about attending this show. We both had enjoyed Royal Blood last July in Columbus Ohio at a place called The Basement.  Considering the show was in the middle of the week and over a couple hours away I had to take a couple of days off work to attend. I told The Dr. that it was a go if we could get tickets. He texted back that he could and thus another musical adventure began. The Dr. made friends with a ticket broker from Steubenville, Ohio while digging around for tickets.  Today, looking back, I’m thankful for The Broker. I was spoiled by having so well a guide that knew the ins and outs of going to a show at First Niagara. The Broker picking us up at a hotel in Steubenville was arranged since there is no taxi service there. For such an adventure there was no way that either I or the Dr. would be wanting to take the sober pill for the coming and goings to this event so we had to be ready by 3:30 for our ride.

The Broker showed up on time and we were ready and primed to go. We were looking at around three hours of drinking and tailgating. The venue embraces patrons coming early and getting plastered it seems. It may be to the venue’s advantage financially to have wasted concert goers making poor financial decisions when it comes to keeping the Selinus buzz hot and inflamed while riding the Dionysus train. The Dr. and I were able to relax near the east entrance due to the Broker being handicapped enough to park in a the handicapped parking zone. One of my worries about drunken urination was absolved by the sight of numerous porta pots being placed throughout the parking areas. A welcome sign that the venue warmly welcomes patrons to enjoy distilled spirits and  brews prior to entering the barbed wired topped fenced in ticket holder only area. I never noticed the barb wire again after the third or fourth Dab. Tailgating is more than welcome at First Niagara Pavilion.

The time to enter the barbed wire area was getting near and while the Dr. was using one of the urination stations a lady visited me. She asked if I could sell her a beer. I looked her over and asked if she was a cop. It seemed odd and I had no idea what the laws are regarding the sale of beer in these lands. She assured me that she was not a cop, but a trauma nurse from Detroit that had brought here autistic son to see The Foo. She offered me five dollars for a beer, and I gave her one on the house by the way of The Dr. I must admit that I was to attached to those Dabs in the cooler. A Miller Lite can be bought anywhere so a Miller Lite she received. The Dr. returned from one of the hell smell boxes and we enjoyed talking to The Nurse as we prepared to the enter the barbed wire area. We both entered and were anxious to see Royal Blood. We had both admitted that if it weren’t for Royal Blood that we would not be there so we owed this experience to prior experiencing of one hell of a young band.


After entering, we noticed this enormous line of people. There was at least a hundred people in line and maybe many more than that. It was a line to purchase band gear. The Dr. and I would leave this venue with only memories for neither of us was willing to miss the set by Royal Blood to buy souvenirs. We made it to our seats which were most excellent seats being almost center about 10 rows from the pit area. Royal Blood did not disappoint us, but it was obvious by the lack of a crowd that most were there to see Foo Fighters. Considering the age of the crowd this was probably expected. It was nice getting to see a great band in this venue without much interference from other folks. I have no idea what is in store for Royal Blood but I do recommend seeing their show live if you have a chance.

After the Royal Blood set, we needed more beer. We allowed ourselves to be financially violated over a couple of beers and took a seat not far from one of the ladies rooms. While relaxing and enjoying the view, The Nurse showed up and started talking to us. She ended up buying us a beer which we ended up splitting. Selinus was smiling with us. :).


The Foo Fighter set was awesome. It is mostly a blur looking back now. The set was long and blistering with a handful of covers. Dave Grohl stated before playing Under Pressure that it is the greatest song ever. I just finished watching a lyric video of it, and while having heard it hundreds of times before, seeing the lyrics just flooded my soul’s eyes with sorrow . Dave, I’m without quarrel. Is love to much an old fashioned word for humans today? I just don’t know. Maybe that is a good question for each of us to answer through our relations and not words.

We didn’t leave to get refills or empty our bladders until the set was over. The band was tight and the place was packed for them and the energy was wild and fun. We had no problem meeting The Broker in the parking lot where he and his son were waiting for us. The Broker got us out of there in about two minutes. He went down a lane that nobody was using. He ordered us some Steubenville Pizza and got us safely back to our hotel after stopping at the pizza joint. Now this pizza is supposedly world famous. They cook it without the cheese and add the cheese to the pizza after it is baked. I had no idea that it was supposed to be like that. I started eating it and thought it was microwave pizza that hadn’t been fully microwaved. The Dr. explained to me about the Steubenville method of making pizza. I would eat it again and the piece I saved for breakfast was better than what I remembered from the night before.

I’m wondering what Dean Martin thought of his hometown’s style of pizza.  Dean Martin and Dave Grohl are both Buckeyes by birth and their hometowns are around an hour a part. Two legends at throwing a party and being the center of attention of a damn good time.

I’m grateful to have survived it, enjoyed it, wrote about it and still have my kidneys. Life is good. Stay well, my friend/s.

“Love is a flower that blooms so tender, each kiss a dew drop of sweet surrender. Love is a moment of life enchanting, let’s take that moment that tonight is granting.”- Dean Martin


I enjoyed running into these sounds. This band meshes Indian traditions with western vibrations extremely well. They are somewhat popular in India, but I doubt that many here in the USA have heard of them. Maybe there is to much Indian influence for most western ears to fully appreciate what is with these sounds, or maybe they aren’t as good as I’m hearing. Anyways, the writer is short on time and getting ready to go see Foo Fighters with The Doctor. Have a great day!!!

Carnatic Progressive Rock – From Bangalore, India.

Agam is a multiple award winning contemporary carnatic rock act from bangalore, india. Agam derives its name from the ancient tamil word which translates to ‘the inner self’. Agam’s music encapsulates the boundless, vibrant emotions of the human psyche. It explores, depicts and contemplates these countless aspirations and sentiments of the inner self. Their music combines the myriad hues of melodic scales and intricate rhythm structures offered by carnatic music with the aesthetic principles and tonal elegance from western world.


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“The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal. Many of them are normal because they are so well adjusted to our mode of existence, because their human voice has been silenced so early in their lives, that they do not even struggle or suffer or develop symptoms as the neurotic does. They are normal not in what may be called the absolute sense of the word; they are normal only in relation to a profoundly abnormal society. Their perfect adjustment to that abnormal society is a measure of their mental sickness. These millions of abnormally normal people, living without fuss in a society to which, if they were fully human beings, they ought not to be adjusted.” – Aldous Huxley