The curtain opened and the song was Zeppelin’s ‘Moby Dick.’

Dave Grohl and Taylor Hawkins rolled out on separate risers both playing drums. YEEESSS! It’s what you’ve always wanted and waited to see. I couldn’t believe it. I chugged my smuggled Wild Turkey, and screamed.

Bass player, Nate Mendel, was on Grohl’s riser and guitarist, Chris Shiflett, was on Hawkin’s, doing his best Jimmy Page. There was smoke. They were locked, the foursome, hammering the thunder of John Bonham’s drum solo ode with blacksmith power and precision. A laser show fired up vectors of a floating kaleidoscopic drum set with Bonham’s apparition pounding away. The couple next to me french kissed with eyes rolled back in their heads.

And there was Grohl, amid the steam, conducting, carrying the torch as rock’s current drum-Zeus, playing tandem with his protégé Hawkins and the ghost of the great Bonzo himself, hovering in the form of lime green laser beams.

YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

The Zeppelin cover faded into an instrumental version of Nirvana’s ‘Serve the Servants.’

Unreal.

Then, the colossal Chuck D came on stage with his DJ, Terminator X, and the rest of Public Enemy, and they performed James Brown’s “˜Black Caesar’ in its entirety.

Flav was off the hook. And Terminator X scratch ripped massive chunks of vinyl off a breakdown with Grohl and Hawkins and Mendel. It was the fattest thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

Then I woke up.

It was actually an acoustic show, and I didn’t even go. I was going to go and do a review, but there was a snag with the tickets.

Oh well.

Trent - out.