THE DRUMS WERE
NOTHING IF NOT THERE
June 26, 2003 Austin, Texas - Of course I've heard of the White Stripes.
A punk rock revival duo from Detroit, classily clad in red and white,
'brother' Jack White plays guitar, 'sister' Meg White drums. But I
hadn't actually heard them before. Until tonight.
The opening act was a simple, disjointed punk outfit consisting of
three nineteen year old kids. Played with spunk, charisma, and
a bunch of confidence, Whirlwind Heat played the punk rocker part
nicely. They also provided a nice soundtrack to more important
matters: crowd watching, specifically, girl watching.
Chris and I were somewhat transfixed by the
cast of characters in the VIP section - a classless lady made her move
on whomever caught her fancy - it was no surprise who she'd be going
home with that night. The crowd of hipsters - folks whom Chris
thought bought the latest album at Walmart - was young and seemingly
upwardly mobile, or at least from Westlake. Jokes flew as the eye
candy came and went. |
Thank You
Jack White
(for the Fiber Optic Jesus That You Gave Me)
- by the Flaming Lips
"...Jack and Meg are funny.
they've got a modern backwards liberal family code.
Brother
and sister,
playing rock and roll
and doing it on the road.
I bet that van began to stink
Then I'd wonder just what would Christ think?..."
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As the roadies were setting up the stage, clad
in black suits, black fedoras, and red ties, we made our move towards the stage. We got
about 20 feet away, and followed Chris' idea of wanting (needing maybe)
to lean on something during the show. We stationed ourselves stage
left, and got a better view of some truly white trash activity in the
VIP section. Needless to say, it was entertaining, and Chris had a
twinge of guilt in making me stand by the side. He gingerly waved
his hand in front of the stage and said I was still young enough so I
"could be up there!". He then wondered aloud if there was a place
to sit. It was a pathetic sight.
Before the White Stripes took the stage, Chris
briefed me that Jack White wears base and eyeliner. He also owned
a furniture store in Detroit, and we joked the roadies were his crew,
giving them jobs on the road to replace their lost business.
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