Post by Skeleton Keys on Jul 31, 2007 9:27:09 GMT -4
No, you heard right, striped, not stripped. I finnaly managed to see the White Stripes, live. Truthfully, I have'nt been listening to much of there stuff recently, or at least, not to the calliber I did a few years ago, though recently I've been experiencing a "blues revival"... Meaning I'm going back to my musical roots. I've been caught up in a lot of electronica and classical recently, say Shiny Toy Guns, Gorillaz, and things of that sort. I just so happened to plug in a burnt burnt copy of the best of Jhon Lee Hooker, with some Muddy Waters added for good measure. Cheesily enough, it was stirring. I had forgotten about all those crackly recordings of bluesman sitting in my "gargantuin media bookcase implement, -Practically a bookshelf devoted to holding LP's, cd's, 8 track tapes, a sound system, and a dusty old record player. I then started listening to my old old favorties of Son House, Muddy Waters, Nina Simone, Robert Jhonson, and many more, with unwavering nostalgia. I think I needed it. Through the midst of this, a freind of mine calls me, telling me she has tickets to some White Stripes show, in some neighboring county.
Silence on my end of the phone...
See, some uncle of hers works for MTV -cough- and is always receiving tickets and such to such and such's concerts. My freind often gets to meet, bright, cheery, and attractice celebrities from the random corners of the music, world, namely Ms. Brittany Spears...
She just so happened to have one more ticket, and I was the lucky contender.
And this is my story.
Last saturday night, roughly 8 pm, I pulled into Nissan Pavillion. It was crowded- what do they say these days? Crowded like a mug- to the brink of suffication. Security swarming everywhere. Got patted down and everything. Went in and bought myself a shirt, probably 84793874 times to big for me, but that's all they had left. As for my seats? The highest corner of the nosebleed section, of course. A decent warm up band played, a lot of thier music was spanishy, a lot of emphasis on a major III chord in minor keys. A bit mundane, really, but entertaining.
After a while, and the same old ACDC and Hank William tunes looping over and over. I countered the monotony with a little Tom Waits in an ipod.
Finally, the house lights dimmed. Fans shreiked, feedback squeeled, -or was it the other way around?- and the show was on. They opened with a lot there old stuff, often times intergrating a song within another, and the returning to the first. Jack dragged his cable from his Airline Deluxe 2P across his (mid fifties?) Kay archtop. He kept playing of course, but I think he stuck with the wireless recievers after that. Meg was smashing her drums like a kid in a sandbox would to her sandpale with her red plastic shovel, reveling in dreams to become an underground rock drummer. It was amesome.
While they played some of thier new stuff, lights hit a huge spinning disco ball, making all the tiny reflections dance across our faces. If you stood still, it seemed as though the entire room was spinning. Once or twice, it was hit red lights, and that was a real treat.
Overall, it was a short show. They played thier biggest "live" numbers, as in Ball and Biscuit, Death Letter, SNA, and so on. It was satisfying all the same.
Though I have to admit that was more than a rock show to me. I've always known I wanted to do something with music, though I have'nt been able to discern what. Teaching? No, I could'nt put up with the hordes of apathetic students I'd receive, though I'm aware there'd be a few who really wanted to learn. Luthier school? Maybe... I used to whittle lots as a kid, and I'm kind of prone to taking things apart-Gameboys, t.v.'s, radios, phones, clocks (a favorite) guitars, (my poor Strat, when will I ever put you back together!?!?) Amps, (I completly mutilated that little fender of mine)- you know, the works.
...Those, and many others. I now've decided to follow Uncle Jack's example. That's the only thing I can really see myself doing, say, 10 years from now... That, or something with theatre or film.
I just hope I can remember to change my strings along the way.
Silence on my end of the phone...
See, some uncle of hers works for MTV -cough- and is always receiving tickets and such to such and such's concerts. My freind often gets to meet, bright, cheery, and attractice celebrities from the random corners of the music, world, namely Ms. Brittany Spears...
She just so happened to have one more ticket, and I was the lucky contender.
And this is my story.
Last saturday night, roughly 8 pm, I pulled into Nissan Pavillion. It was crowded- what do they say these days? Crowded like a mug- to the brink of suffication. Security swarming everywhere. Got patted down and everything. Went in and bought myself a shirt, probably 84793874 times to big for me, but that's all they had left. As for my seats? The highest corner of the nosebleed section, of course. A decent warm up band played, a lot of thier music was spanishy, a lot of emphasis on a major III chord in minor keys. A bit mundane, really, but entertaining.
After a while, and the same old ACDC and Hank William tunes looping over and over. I countered the monotony with a little Tom Waits in an ipod.
Finally, the house lights dimmed. Fans shreiked, feedback squeeled, -or was it the other way around?- and the show was on. They opened with a lot there old stuff, often times intergrating a song within another, and the returning to the first. Jack dragged his cable from his Airline Deluxe 2P across his (mid fifties?) Kay archtop. He kept playing of course, but I think he stuck with the wireless recievers after that. Meg was smashing her drums like a kid in a sandbox would to her sandpale with her red plastic shovel, reveling in dreams to become an underground rock drummer. It was amesome.
While they played some of thier new stuff, lights hit a huge spinning disco ball, making all the tiny reflections dance across our faces. If you stood still, it seemed as though the entire room was spinning. Once or twice, it was hit red lights, and that was a real treat.
Overall, it was a short show. They played thier biggest "live" numbers, as in Ball and Biscuit, Death Letter, SNA, and so on. It was satisfying all the same.
Though I have to admit that was more than a rock show to me. I've always known I wanted to do something with music, though I have'nt been able to discern what. Teaching? No, I could'nt put up with the hordes of apathetic students I'd receive, though I'm aware there'd be a few who really wanted to learn. Luthier school? Maybe... I used to whittle lots as a kid, and I'm kind of prone to taking things apart-Gameboys, t.v.'s, radios, phones, clocks (a favorite) guitars, (my poor Strat, when will I ever put you back together!?!?) Amps, (I completly mutilated that little fender of mine)- you know, the works.
...Those, and many others. I now've decided to follow Uncle Jack's example. That's the only thing I can really see myself doing, say, 10 years from now... That, or something with theatre or film.
I just hope I can remember to change my strings along the way.