It’s an amazing thing, the power of music. I’ve written before about the effects of it on workouts and motivation and how from time to time I like to switch it up and listen to motivational speakers. There is just something ingrained in me that allows me to tap into so many memories during a particular song, to recall smells, tastes, sights and sounds of the past. Certain songs are extremely powerful and last night I had a moment. During the Foo Fighters concert last night at Wrigley Field I had a moment where a wave of emotion just hit me and I remembered…the last time that I was in that stadium it was with my dad. I just stood there and looked at where we were sitting and took it all in. I remember taking him on the Red Line to the game, the seats we were in, the beer and hot dogs and the moment he decided to stand up and walk down to the railing and have me take a picture of him. It was a blast to say the least. We then went across the street and had a few beers before heading home.
Last night I couldn’t hear the music, couldn’t smell the aroma of the “fresh green” coming from a few rows down, I was just stuck in time, floating in my own head. I started to tear up and I just looked down at my girlfriend, Katie, and told her what was happening and she said she remembers me taking him that night. It was a great memory. Now I cant really make this up, but as soon as I snapped out of it, Dave Grohl starts a semi-solo and it builds up a little and then he breaks into one of the Foo Fighters most iconic songs, “My Hero”. I don’t move, I’m frozen stiff as a cold chill runs up my spine and I look at my arms full of goosebumps. I put my arm around Katie and the sniveling starts. I’ve seen this song played live before at Lollapalooza in 2011, but holy shit was that intense last night. 40,000+ people all in perfect unison screaming “There goes my hero…watch him as he goes”. It was beautiful, inspiring, emotional and unforgettable. I love and miss you Jeff Tiesman.