Sunday, September 25, 2005

jack white needs a home

and meg white needs to give me her job.


[stripes] if only all ex-spouse faux brother and sister slightly creepy detroit rock duos could be this darn cute

went to the white stripes concert last night at keyspan park courtesy of the most awesomest of awesomes, andy and gordon. we got hooked up with the luxury box. yes, i know, i am a spoiled concert brat.

here's how the night progressed:

so after sprinting through my hood, hurdling garbage bags and little old chinese women, i met up with the group in williamsburg to take a car to the island of the coney. naturally, we had to stop at nathan's. unnaturally, we waited for almost 30 minutes in line. but the dogs were worth it.

we get to the suite about halfway through the shins set (which was good, but i've seen them before and they were really far away, so i cared somewhat less). the judes and i go exploring, only to find that everyone is either in their respective seats or in some sort of line. restroom, atm, beer, food, ice cream, merchandise... all lines. is that how stadium concerts are nowadays? whatever happened to the time where people mingled and loitered? there wasn't even the slightest crawl of a muck, let alone a run. it was a bit strange. but whatever, we were in the luxury box. so we said, "away with the common folk!" and went back into the elevator.

the the jack and the meg took to the stage. i like meg white. she's an inspiration to all mediocre drummers out there, like me. and jack, well he's one step away from being the michael jackson of garage rock. he was wearing some sort of hipster bastardization of a bull fighting costume. but he rocked. she rocked. they rocked. and rocked. and paused. and then rocked some more.

quote of the night: why you gotta claustraphobic her?

1 Comments:

At 9/26/2005 1:34 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

i too have a cracking blog and an alternate website where i can sell you goods that you didn't have, but have no use. i am jealous of your ability to go to concerts and sit in boxes. i on the other hand am limited to karaoke in the shower. woe is me. anonymous is another name for bumblebee butts

 

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