Wait for it...

Yeah, that's me. Thank God they got my good side.

It's not easy to wrap your mind around three consecutive Foo Fighters concerts and write a legible and entertaining review. 1500 miles and 5 days after embarking on this trip, I am still falling asleep at my work station and having trouble hearing anything over the ringing in my ears.

I am not complaining--though to the casual observer is certainly does look that way. I am merely letting my legions of fans (both of you) know that I am working on my review(s) and will have them posted soon--ideally before Dave's next tour.

I did have time to see that my sign Cheeseheads Love the FF made it on to the Detroit Black Box. As if I didn't have enough problems with fame already. Is that the phone ringing again? (Since the band and techs all hated the Leather & Lace side, that picture, taken by their photog when I was on the front rail in Chicago, didn't make the cut.)

As the immortal Bette Midler says: "Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke."

Dave flipping off the front rail on behalf of the acoustic stage in Minneapolis, 2-27-08