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When Dave Grohl air-drums, you can still hear a sound. This isn't the answer to the ancient tree/forest riddle, nor verification of the more recent in-space-nobody-can-hear-you-scream hypothetical, just a fact: The Foo Fighters frontman goes at the task of keeping fictional time just like he does everything else, with full-throttle energy, and so his forceful rhythmic chopping has the insistent, metronomic whirring of fan blades. That is, as prolonged as he's not air-drumming along to something loud."I know what time it is," Grohl says excitedly, ejecting the Butthole Surfers from his Chevrolet minivan's car stereo and popping in a new selection. It's a balmy spring day at the cease of March, and we're inching our way through a typical Los Angeles rush hour on the way to a Foo photo shoot. In the passenger seat beside Grohl is the most recent addition to the unused Foo revue, drummer Taylor Hawkins, who joined the band all of three weeks ago; bassist Nate Mendel slouches in the backseat next to me. "This is one of the five greatest songs ever," announces Grohl, and the speakers swell with the unholy strains of "Mob Rules," Black Sabbath circa 1981-at least a couple years after the sun had crea