NEW YORK — It’s hard to think of a current musician so universally accepted into the rock ‘n’ roll fraternity as Dave Grohl.
The Foo Fighters frontman dines regularly with Paul McCartney. He wrote and recorded a pandemic-era song with Mick Jagger. Joan Jett read bedtime stories to his daughters.
An outgoing personality who takes his music more seriously than he does himself, Grohl naturally draws people in.
“I’m like the Labrador of rock ‘n’ roll,” he says with a laugh.
Grohl had no shortage of material when he decided to spend much of his enforced downtime writing a book called “The Storyteller.” Call it the typical tale of a high school dropout who becomes the drummer in Nirvana, then after unspeakable tragedy transformed himself into the singer, songwriter and guitarist for a band that sells out arenas.
And, at age 52, he still listens to his mom.
In fact, he counts his mother Virginia as one of his best friends. As he writes in “The Storyteller,” she was influential in him joining Nirvana.
His time as the drummer in Scream, the Washington-area punk band that Grohl left high school to drum for, was winding down. But he was loyal, and conflicted when he got an invitation to come to Seattle in 1990 and jam with Kurt Cobain and Krist Novoselic.
“I called my mother and said, ‘I’m not sure what to do,’ ” Grohl recalled in an interview.
Grohl lived in a ragged apartment with Cobain as the band prepared material for what would be its breakthrough “Nevermind” album. He sensed when they left to record it that they’d never return to that apartment, but no one could anticipate their explosive success.
It proved too much for Cobain, who killed himself in 1994.
“I don’t think anyone’s entirely designed to make it out of a situation like that unscathed,” Grohl said.
Post-Nirvana, Grohl faced a career crossroads when offered a job as drummer in Tom Petty’s Heartbreakers. Working for a musician he grew up listening to, in one of rock’s best backup bands — it defined job security.
But he said no.
“Every time I sit down on a drum stool, I see Kurt,” he recalled. “I had some kind of musical PTSD, and I was scared to let myself break down. When Tom Petty asked, I was not yet ready to go there.”
Around the same time, he wrote and recorded the songs that would become the first Foo Fighters album. Rock ‘n’ roll is not exactly replete with drummers who step out from behind the kit and take up an other instrument to become a band leader.
What gave Grohl the confidence he could do it?
He vividly recalls “the first day of the rest of my life,” when, as a young teen-ager visiting his cousin in Chicago, he was taken to his first punk rock club.
Grohl grew up with posters of Kiss and Led Zeppelin on his bedroom walls, but they depicted a distant life.
“That just seemed unattainable,” he said. “I thought, like, it’s fun to dream, but I could never do that. And then I walked into this corner bar in Chicago and stood with my chest against the stage as a punk rock band played four chords and screamed in my face. I thought, that’s more powerful than any record I’ve heard in my life.”
This, he thought, was something he could be a part of.
The message that burns through “The Storyteller” is to those who watch him onstage now: Deep down, I’m just like you. I’ve worked hard to get where I am, but I obsessed over the same music you do. I’m a fan.
That thought also comes to mind when Paul McCartney is in Grohl’s living room, banging out “Lady Madonna” on the piano to his kids.
Really. That happened.
It’s what he has in common with McCartney, Jett or the musicians whose posters hang in innumerable bedrooms.
“Put two musicians in a room together and you’ll find a fast friendship,” he said. “You can sense the energy of a young kid falling in love with rock ‘n’ roll in front of their record player. I think that we all came from the same place — we fell in love with rock ‘n’ roll and without any sort of real career aspiration devoted our lives to it because it’s what filled our soul.