Even after Nirvana dissolves with the death of Kurt Cobain in 1994, he’s alarmed Tom Petty is calling. It means a line like “I never fully embraced stadium rock until I experienced it from the lip of the stage” sounds complicated, an acknowledgment of entitlement and a nod to having perspective. “The long drive back to Virginia,” he continues with awe, “was like a metaphorical journey from my past to my future.”ĭave Grohl, funny guy, leader of the Foo Fighters, drummer for Nirvana, rock’s Tom Hanks - he seems decent - has written a new kind of rock n’ roll memoir. His first concert, his introduction to punk rock. “The first day of the rest of my life,” he writes. One night, that friend’s daughter took him to the Cubby Bear in Wrigleyville to see Naked Raygun. The root of his convictions: Many summers in Chicago, where he would vacation with his mother and her best friend. He stages, in his family’s garage, a seance. Basically, anyone who would get him out of Virginia and behind drums for the rest of his life. There’s a moment early in “The Storyteller,” Dave Grohl’s new memoir of a life in music, when a very young-looking teenage Grohl - mullet, overbite, punch-me smile, obvious suburban pedigree - decides to sell his soul to the devil or overlords of rock n’ roll or someone. Dave Grohl writes a memoir, ‘The Storyteller’
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