failurefirst
24 Apr 2003, 05:29 PM
white stripes @ hammerstein ballroom, new york city
with loretta lynn and blanche
just this past week, i purchased a new tv. a 20" magnovox with a cool little remote. it's picture is clear, and i get a ton more channels than i used to. i like it.
i wish i could employ the same kind of purchasing/exchange logic to the white stripes, which i caught last weekend at the huge hammerstein ballroom. i bought the ticket expecting a decent concert, with some refreshing rock from the motor-city darlings. i'm not the biggest fan, but do respect the well-desevered hype.
the openers were a treat. blanche is a kitsch-ish country-western-rockabilly outfit from michigan, with a personality of bonnie and clyde in the girl-guy call and response between the two westernly clad singers. they even cussed out some hecklers up front, which was kinda cool. the next opener tore the house down: loretta lynn. most of the audience, which i sensed, whispered to find out who in the hell this country legend is. loretta tore it up, complete with a runny nose; and the mullet-ed male backup singers were a hoot. her band was tight, and she even improvised forgotten lyrics. two duets with jack white will surely turn up on some bootleg, so keep your eyes and ears open.
after waiting a solid hour for the stripes, the crowd became a bit restless. even a couple boos. the doors obviously stayed open too long because the floor contained too many people to fit. and here's what really bugs me. ok, you show up 2 hours (!) late to see a concert, and you really expect to get a good spot up by the stage. it seemed like the whole crowd consisted of these dumbasses. on come the white stripes with an elaborately set stage. the music was alright, save for a corny alice-cooperish vox effect jack kept using. this just goes as a warning: the white stripes gig is getting old, so old that jack even has a belt-buckle with huge j-a-c-k letters on it. not to mention, he is creepingly looking more and more like michael jackson.
t.
with loretta lynn and blanche
just this past week, i purchased a new tv. a 20" magnovox with a cool little remote. it's picture is clear, and i get a ton more channels than i used to. i like it.
i wish i could employ the same kind of purchasing/exchange logic to the white stripes, which i caught last weekend at the huge hammerstein ballroom. i bought the ticket expecting a decent concert, with some refreshing rock from the motor-city darlings. i'm not the biggest fan, but do respect the well-desevered hype.
the openers were a treat. blanche is a kitsch-ish country-western-rockabilly outfit from michigan, with a personality of bonnie and clyde in the girl-guy call and response between the two westernly clad singers. they even cussed out some hecklers up front, which was kinda cool. the next opener tore the house down: loretta lynn. most of the audience, which i sensed, whispered to find out who in the hell this country legend is. loretta tore it up, complete with a runny nose; and the mullet-ed male backup singers were a hoot. her band was tight, and she even improvised forgotten lyrics. two duets with jack white will surely turn up on some bootleg, so keep your eyes and ears open.
after waiting a solid hour for the stripes, the crowd became a bit restless. even a couple boos. the doors obviously stayed open too long because the floor contained too many people to fit. and here's what really bugs me. ok, you show up 2 hours (!) late to see a concert, and you really expect to get a good spot up by the stage. it seemed like the whole crowd consisted of these dumbasses. on come the white stripes with an elaborately set stage. the music was alright, save for a corny alice-cooperish vox effect jack kept using. this just goes as a warning: the white stripes gig is getting old, so old that jack even has a belt-buckle with huge j-a-c-k letters on it. not to mention, he is creepingly looking more and more like michael jackson.
t.