Wednesday, August 1

Day 212 — The White Stripes


My review is online. It includes a comma splice that was inserted after it left my hands. As well as a cliché that I used in modified form that got turned back into the actual cliché. I'll let you guess which sentence that is.

Eh, I guess I'm happy with it for my first-ever real review. I'm pretty sure I didn't focus enough on the actual music. But, you know, when the show is good and the band is doing you right, there's not that much to say. Except "thanks."

Anyway, the show was amazing. It was loud and raw and powerful and absolutely mesmerizing. I didn't really talk about it in the review, but the sexual tension between Jack and Meg is just fantastic. I honestly think it's the driving force behind their music. You've got Jack playing these screeching riffs and spitting out lyrics at a pace that gets a little carried away sometimes, but then there's Meg, with her simple yet fierce beats, keeping Jack tethered to the song at all times. They look at each other and never have to say a word. By their nature, they are always on the verge of losing each other, but they never fail to pull it back together and make it fucking tight.

And how they don't exit stage left and hop straight into the sack together every night after the show is absolutely beyond me. They're good-looking kids, those two.

I'm disappointed with how my photos turned out, for the most part. The photo pit at the amphitheater is kind of ridiculous. There's maybe two feet of space in there, and the stage is way up high, so short people with crappy lenses (like me) can barely see above the damn amps to take a decent shot. I got up on the barricade for a better shot (as per the suggestion of the security guy) and was reprimanded by one of the band's black-suited handlers. The one with the thick beard. It didn't matter anyway; everything was turning out like crap despite my vantage point.

Oh well.

I didn't post a pic of the band up there because I had to sign a release saying I'd be glad to pay a $30,000 fine if my pics of the band cropped up elsewhere than the CA (except for my personal portfolio). What's so dumb about that is that the kids in the first few rows had a much better vantage point than I did (they weren't looking straight up and into amps), and they were snapping pics all night long. I, of course, was limited to the first three songs. Such hooey. So, if I or someone near me had taken pictures from the crowd, they probably would have turned out much better than the shots from the pit. But I'd never do such a thing, even though literally every person around me was doing just that. Nope, never.

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Blogger Joey said...

I'm so jealous. You're a music journo powerhouse. Did you meticiously jot down notes? Kristin's done this before. I find it takes the fun out of live music and people give me weird looks.

Wed Aug 01, 04:44:00 PM  
Anonymous Lesley said...

I love the look that Meg always has on her face when she performs. She looks at Jack with this expression that's half admiration and half tolerance. It's like a Mona Lisa thing. But it's very pleasant. She has a lovely countenance.

Wed Aug 01, 05:27:00 PM  
Anonymous john h said...

i'm jealous too. Great caught a feel..the inside smile.

Great writing, Lindsey. I'm still enjoying Icky T..even tho I've listened to it 50 times now.

Wed Aug 01, 10:35:00 PM  
Blogger fearlessvk said...

maybe those two kids DO hop in the sack every night after playing.... :P

ah, but i always thought meg was much cuter than jack. he looks a bit too....disheveled....for my tastes.
and i usually like disheveled.

Thu Aug 02, 10:21:00 AM  
Blogger Jen said...

I am totally gay for Meg. She is so hot.

I love the chemistry they have. But I don't think they would be together as artists if they were still together as a couple.

Thu Aug 02, 10:52:00 AM  

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