Last October 4, 2025, I saw the Foo Fighters, my all-time favorite band, at the Singapore Grand Prix. That was the second time I saw the Foos, but the show was an entirely different beast because I was nearest the Padang Stage, and it was the most cleansing and thrilling two hours of my entire life. I lost my voice after the show because I was singing and screaming my heart out. (In fact, I’m still recovering from muscle pain and a sore throat, and that explains my ten-day absence from The Diary. Sign of aging, guys.)
One of my favorite parts of the show is when they played “Walk”, my favorite cathartic Foo Fighters song and my third favorite Foo Fighters song ever. And the weird thing is that I was expecting to cry buckets while singing along. But surprisingly, after crying for a few seconds, I felt an entirely different emotion.
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