A Seven Nation Army Couldn't Hold Me Back
I walked in the door this morning with a pounding head and one worried father. Maybe my rebellion wasn't his order of the day, but it was certainly unintentional and carried out for a great cause. The cause of "safely walking to school without a sound," going to Wichita, not knowing what to do with yourself, and finding Jack White a home. Yes, the all important cause of the WHITE STRIPES. I'm getting ahead of myself.
Last night, CSB and I treated ourselves to an amazing listening experience. The White Stripes came to the lovely Portland, OR (I was so hoping they'd do a rendition of "Portland, OR" even though it'd be lacking Loretta Lynn's vocals). CSB and I arrived, continued the tradition of buying tee shirts, found our seats, and unleashed the fun. The opener, The Greenhorns, were mediocre. Or boring. Their lead singer had a sexy voice, and their music is the type I'd play in my room while finishing mindless activities, but they had zero stage presence. So, we passed the time by getting into trouble and officially beckoning the presence of every single security guard around us. My favorite: "Ok ... I don't wanna be no bitch, but CHECK IT...try to NOT use your flash in this area." He was a cutie.
Then, Jack and Maggie White graced us with their presence. The crowd was eclectic. Women with summer dresses on, children (we're talking five year olds) with fishnets, tattoos, and spiked hair, another five year old with a plaid shirt and gelled hair a row in front of them (polar opposites), teen groupies, a Jack White look alike, the BOPPER, etc. I've never been to a concert at the Keller, and we were wondering how we'd handle ourselves being stuck in a seat. There was no mosh pit in sight, but we survived. The woman behind me had ridiculously long blonde hair, and her signature move was whipping it in circles as she stared at the ground. Quality.
But back to the show. The back drop was suiting, and the White Stripes stole my heart. I felt chills when they played "We Are Gonna Be Friends." Jack White exuded a mix between strong sexual energy and charming pensiveness. CSB brilliantly noted that "Maggie juxtaposed him with her understated drums." Brilliant, mate! But, for all of you White Stripes fans out there, I hope to sweet God you got the chance to see this show. They have the rare ability to speed up adrenaline and then settle the mood rapidly. Pure beauty.
After, we sat by the fountain, met a nice guy from Montana, waited for the band, were fed lies by the security guard, and finally left. On the drive home, we sang Fall Out Boy. I realize (not that I don't think about it all the time!) how much I'm going to miss frequent road trips in the company of my best friend. I appreciate being able to embrace silence comfortably, discuss things that are important to us, be random, and enjoy life. We made the usual stops and called it a night.
On the way home, Sarah called asking if I'd come to her Monster Dance Party, so I did. Clayton and his brother Alex were there, along with the guys who went to White Stripes with them. I didn't recognize Alex, since the last time I saw him he was gone. The upset of the evening was not seeing my beloved Teddy. Logan, Sarah, and I still plan on marrying him. By the end of the night (or the beginning of the morning), I knew driving was not in the cards, so I hung out there. I met a guy named Joe who, in his jolly alcoholy state, was very friendly. He tried to convince me I had seen his band in concert. It was quite funny. We talked about the White Stripes, and then I crashed on Sarah's couch. I woke up this morning on her bedroom floor, came home, and have dedicated the day to getting college matters in order.
So, my friends, now that you've made it through this long ass entry, I have a mission for you! If any of you are White Stripes lovers, tell me what your all time favorite song of theirs is. Grace me with your opinion...feel free to argue, fight, bite, bitch and moan. I don't think a lot of you guys are into them, but if you are, indulge me!
Last night, CSB and I treated ourselves to an amazing listening experience. The White Stripes came to the lovely Portland, OR (I was so hoping they'd do a rendition of "Portland, OR" even though it'd be lacking Loretta Lynn's vocals). CSB and I arrived, continued the tradition of buying tee shirts, found our seats, and unleashed the fun. The opener, The Greenhorns, were mediocre. Or boring. Their lead singer had a sexy voice, and their music is the type I'd play in my room while finishing mindless activities, but they had zero stage presence. So, we passed the time by getting into trouble and officially beckoning the presence of every single security guard around us. My favorite: "Ok ... I don't wanna be no bitch, but CHECK IT...try to NOT use your flash in this area." He was a cutie.
Then, Jack and Maggie White graced us with their presence. The crowd was eclectic. Women with summer dresses on, children (we're talking five year olds) with fishnets, tattoos, and spiked hair, another five year old with a plaid shirt and gelled hair a row in front of them (polar opposites), teen groupies, a Jack White look alike, the BOPPER, etc. I've never been to a concert at the Keller, and we were wondering how we'd handle ourselves being stuck in a seat. There was no mosh pit in sight, but we survived. The woman behind me had ridiculously long blonde hair, and her signature move was whipping it in circles as she stared at the ground. Quality.
But back to the show. The back drop was suiting, and the White Stripes stole my heart. I felt chills when they played "We Are Gonna Be Friends." Jack White exuded a mix between strong sexual energy and charming pensiveness. CSB brilliantly noted that "Maggie juxtaposed him with her understated drums." Brilliant, mate! But, for all of you White Stripes fans out there, I hope to sweet God you got the chance to see this show. They have the rare ability to speed up adrenaline and then settle the mood rapidly. Pure beauty.
After, we sat by the fountain, met a nice guy from Montana, waited for the band, were fed lies by the security guard, and finally left. On the drive home, we sang Fall Out Boy. I realize (not that I don't think about it all the time!) how much I'm going to miss frequent road trips in the company of my best friend. I appreciate being able to embrace silence comfortably, discuss things that are important to us, be random, and enjoy life. We made the usual stops and called it a night.
On the way home, Sarah called asking if I'd come to her Monster Dance Party, so I did. Clayton and his brother Alex were there, along with the guys who went to White Stripes with them. I didn't recognize Alex, since the last time I saw him he was gone. The upset of the evening was not seeing my beloved Teddy. Logan, Sarah, and I still plan on marrying him. By the end of the night (or the beginning of the morning), I knew driving was not in the cards, so I hung out there. I met a guy named Joe who, in his jolly alcoholy state, was very friendly. He tried to convince me I had seen his band in concert. It was quite funny. We talked about the White Stripes, and then I crashed on Sarah's couch. I woke up this morning on her bedroom floor, came home, and have dedicated the day to getting college matters in order.
So, my friends, now that you've made it through this long ass entry, I have a mission for you! If any of you are White Stripes lovers, tell me what your all time favorite song of theirs is. Grace me with your opinion...feel free to argue, fight, bite, bitch and moan. I don't think a lot of you guys are into them, but if you are, indulge me!