Interesting that you bring up The Greenhornes. Their rhythm section is in Jack White's "other" band with friend Brendan Benson, The Raconteurs.
The White Stripes: "Icky Thump"
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Interesting that you bring up The Greenhornes. Their rhythm section is in Jack White's "other" band with friend Brendan Benson, The Raconteurs.
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Yes you are correct, I saw The Raconteurs perform last year in Ann Arbor and it too was great. I believe they have been in the studio working on their 2nd album at least before Jack went back on tour, another album I wil be looking forward to.Lives and Dies With:
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Icky Thump does rock ... I have a bootleg that has a bunch of cover songs on it that are pretty nice, too. They do some pretty amazing stuff live, lot of energy.
I haven't listened to The Raconteurs very much, but what I have heard is great. I actually found out about them from Wikipedia, of all places ...Comment
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Glad you are liking it. The Stripes are a breath of fresh air in this world of corporate crapola cookie cutter type "cough" music that is polluting the airwaves.ByurrulzIdon'tfollowComment
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You can say that again ... I pretty much stopped listening to the radio (except for sports talk) about 5 years ago ...Comment
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Bump. I caught the band at George Mason last night and it was spectacular. I was about 10 feet away from Meg's drumkit, off to her side. Amazing show. Dan Sartain (the opening band) was really good too - the second best opening act I've seen behind The Derek Trucks Band.
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I posted a summary of the show on last.fm for anybody who wants to read it.
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The air is humid, the kind of humid only the mix of beltways, asphalt, and the woods can create, and the sun, it beats down upon the backs of all of us in line. A cat with red, college-kid moccasin shoes named Brian makes an announcement and couples of green-shirted women take each of our general admission tickets and tags us like cattle as we line up in front of the cattle gates and wait for another thirty minutes. The crowd is your typical cross-section of rock n roll fans. Hippies. Sexually confused emo kids. Skanks of all kinds. Nerdy musicians. Yes, ACKthehack, the indies were there as well. Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd shirts were in full force and of course The White Stripes tees were out and about (which, I personally find redundant). Me and my Marvin Gaye t-shirt were all alone, not that I really cared because its a damn fine and comfortable shirt (too bad it ended up soaking wet by the end of the night).
Brian and his red shoes make another appearance as two lines form by gender. My pat down consists of a compliment for my shirt and a small bit of information that the security man actually got to meet Marvin one time in L.A. After a quick stop to the bathroom, another long wait is ahead, down at the guard rail right in front of the stage. I'm hungry because I ate lunch at 2PM and the time is hanging around 7PM like a cloud of musk over a prostitute and I'm too stubborn and too damn tight to pay $5 for five french fries. A head-ache is starting at my temples because I'm hungry and because its been three too many AC/DC songs. I make a note to my friend that the yellow-shirted, pot-bellied security guard with the earring and handlebar mustache looks like Biff Tannen from Back to the Future. The lights finally go down and the opening act comes on.
Dan Sartain and his Voltron band takes the stage. I have no previous knowledge of this act other than the hint that they play rockabilly. While this true, there are hints of punk and psychobilly throughout, which is mostly due to Dan Sartain's actual appearance than the music because Dan looks like a crazy mother****er. Due to my unfamiliarity with Sartain's music, some of the songs ran together, but they were all good, and I thought Flight of the Finch was especially great. Surprisingly, its a great set, especially for an opening band - my personal second favorite behind The Derek Trucks Band. Worthy enough to pick up one of their albums. While Dan Sartain was great, he's not the real reason why I'm hungry, tired, and sweating like a three-hundred pound man digging potatoes in the heat of the day.
After the Dan Sartain's set, a cult of worker bees in black suits and bowler hats set to work, tuning all the instruments, checking speakers and mics and go around the stage in this manner for fifteen minutes and the current AC/DC song is thankfully interrupted by a strutting, straight-up electric blues number as the lights go down and a red curtain is illuminated.
By the roar of the crowd, I know little brother Jack and big sister Meg have made their appearance and they make their way on stage. I'm standing about fifteen feet away to the side of where Meg sits down at her drum-kit and I'm instantly in awe and in that state I remain for the entire show. Led Zeppelin's How the West Was Won can take a hike. Jack White did more with his guitar in a manner of seconds than Jimmy Page did in the twenty-five minutes of excess known properly as Dazed and Confused. There's a smirk and sort of swagger that surrounds Jack White the whole time he's on stage. He's got the "been-there-done-that" attitude of a blues veteran that involuntarily emits from his guitar, his vocals, and his overall performance. Its this atmosphere that surrounds Ball and Biscuit, 300MPH Torrential Outpour Blues, and Bob Dylan's One More Cup of Coffee. He's the center of attention and I have to almost force myself to watch Meg pound her drums in her innocent, prim and proper stance. There's a sexual aura around Meg as the simplicity of her style allows her to pound the drums as hard as she can and as hard as she wants to. Its sexually primal in nature and it heats the entire Patriot Center up. Its her drum that is the rhythm for the crowd, the jumping, the clapping, the head-nodding. I can feel it in my chest and its my heart-beat and my blood is going through my veins in record time. Her sexual nature climaxed when she walked out from behind the drum-kit and took center stage to sing one of my favorites In the Cold, Cold Night. This performance, my personal favorite of the night, made the sexual nature of the song, all the White Stripes songs, become much clearer - soft, sexual and seducing and I did not want it to end.
I wasn't attending the show for any massive changes to any of my favorite songs that I would notice with my ears. Under Black Pool Lights made it clear that the band was more about the extra energy and visual aspect of a concert than inserting a twenty minute drum solo into a song. It was the massive amounts of energy coming from a two-piece band that made each and every song more special to me than they had been before. It was seeing Jack White hop and swagger across the stage to sing to Meg with an almost sexual tension that swept across the entire arena that made the songs' meanings take on new levels. The implementation of the disco ball starting with my favorite off Icky Thump, I'm Slowly Turning Into You, was like the beginning of some kind of Pink Floyd pipe-dream and continued throughout the show making me wish I knew somebody that had some kind of illegal substance. Hearing thousands of people shout the lyrics to Son House's Death Letter was just as surreal and trippy and exceeded my wildest imaginations.
And while they didn't play their famed Jolene cover, that didn't bother me at all because the rest of their covers were spectacular. I was surprised to hear One More Cup of Coffee and it was fun as hell to shout out the lyrics to Burt Bacarach's I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself. Yet, the biggest surprise was hearing Buck Owens' Sam's Place - it was a terrific cover which fit the locale of the venue wonderfully. Sure, its Northern Virginia, but its Virginia just the same.
Walking away from the stage after the show (picking up a dropped $20 along the way) and waiting in my car soaking wet from sweat to get out of the parking lot, I was the happiest I have ever been. Easily the best concert I have attended and one of the best experiences of my live thus far. The White Stripes blew the top off the Patriot Center and they did it allLast edited by Fresh Tendrils; 07-30-2007, 11:08 PM.
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The White Stripes are playing here tomorrow but after service charges, it's close to $38 and I'm not that big of a fan of them so I'm debating if it's worth it.Originally posted by CardsFan27This is the 3rd time John Calipari has been to his first Final Four!What I'm Currently Listening ToComment
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It'll probably be worth it, and I'm not a fan.Comment
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