Foo Fighters - Main Stage

Grohl and his gang blow our bleedin' socks off

I never thought I would get to see the Foo Fighters play live, despite loving them since The Colour and the Shape. The chances of them playing anywhere near East Anglia were minute. So when it was announced that they'd be playing IN NORWICH, FOR FREE, I went a bit nuts. And I wasn't disappointed.

There's not many people that you look at onstage and think wow. That's actually them, there in the flesh. I've done it with Madonna. I've done it with Courtney Love. I've done it with Robert Smith. I've done it with Snoop. And I did it with Dave Grohl. He's a real star. His musicianship in both Nirvana and the Foo Fighters has been second to none, and not only that but he's also The Nicest Man In Rock. And has some hilarious music videos. And he says wise and funny things in speeches. If I could make him king, I would do.

ANYWAY, Lizz, let's talk about that gig. And it did feel more like an actual gig than an appearance at a Radio 1 festival. Grohl spoke charismatically and confidently to the audience throughout the show and enjoyed dedicated songs to his 'support act' Taylor Swift, which was pretty funny. I particularly enjoyed watching Taylor Hawkins' drumming like Animal, Californian hair a-flowing, but Dave stole the show.

They ran through many of their biggest hits, starting off with my favourite Everlong, which I sort of melted to, followed by Monkey Wrench. Everyone was joyful and grinning and there was loads of singing along throughout the performance. However, the old Norwich phenomenon was in full effect throughout the Big Weekend, not least at the Foo Fighters. Norwich gig audiences can be notoriously "watch-y" rather than "dance-y" and I felt a bit gutted there wasn't more lively jigging about for all of the acts I saw on both Saturday and Sunday. However, everyone went pretty bonkers for My Hero, Congregation and Best of You, but mostly we went utterly mental ( as mental as Norwich ever gets) for All My Life, by which point all the pop essence of the weekend had leaked away, leaving only PURE ROCK, motherlovers. Foot up on the amp. Head banging. Sweat spraying. It was proper glorious, and for all the real music lovers who were there, surely the highlight of Radio One's Big Weekend. I wanted to be there another four hours, minimum. Thanks Foo's, we love you.

Big thanks to Andi Sapey for the brilliant photos.