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May 2, 2026 
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I see a lot of shows, and at this point, it takes a lot to surprise me. (Yes, even beyond “surprise” guests.) But Thursday at Foo Fighters’ (unsurprisingly fantastic) club show at Irving Plaza, something striking caught my eye.
All night, five large men were positioned at the lip of the stage facing the crowd, hauling crowd surfers over the barricade. I always like to watch the security guards at concerts to see if they’re getting into the music or just getting through the night, and one of the young guys on duty directly in front of Dave Grohl seemed to be vibing at times. But when the band reached its closer, “Everlong,” after two and a half hours, his face took on a different cast. I saw his lips moving as he mouthed along; he wiped away tears from both eyes, one hand touching his chest for emphasis on the chorus. I was overwhelmed watching his emotional reaction; many fans near the front reached out to hug him when the music ended, and the big security dude next to him did, too.
It was a welcome and simple reminder of what brings us all out to do this. Our writers captured a lot of that this week, too: Hank Shteamer visited Rush as the Canadian prog-rock icons prepared for its first tour without Neil Peart, who died in 2020, and saw firsthand the relationship its two surviving members have forged with Anika Nilles, the 42-year-old woman stepping in to handle his complex, memorable drum parts. The country singer and songwriter Ashley McBryde told David Peisner about how deeply drinking had been embedded in her personality and her songwriting, and the changes she had to make to save her own life. The Swedish singer Zara Larsson chatted with Olivia Horn about how after years in the pop doldrums, she started ignoring what she thought the industry would want and followed her own impulses — “And that’s just, ironically, when people start caring.” And Adam M. Rosen revisited “Heavy Metal Parking Lot,” the 17-minute documentary shot in 1986 as tailgaters at a Judas Priest in the Washington, D.C., suburbs guzzled beer and delivered unforgettable one-liners.
And this week The New York Times Magazine published its list of the 30 Greatest Living American Songwriters (a lot of angry responses seem to have missed the criteria — living and American are key). I didn’t work on the list, but you can safely assume I agree with Lindsay Zoladz that Billy Joel deserved a slot (see more of her personal selections in her newsletter here). There’s a constructive way to respond, by the way: You can cast your own vote until the end of May 5. And if you somehow haven’t seen Joe Coscarelli’s rare interview with Taylor Swift about her writing process, you can fix that right now here.