On Tuesday the 18th, Sarah and I went to see The White Stripes at the Roseland Ballroom. The show was originally scheduled for sometime in July, but Jack broke his pinky in a motorcycle accident. Ray and Diana were also going to the show, so for once Sarah and I could look forward to having someone to hang out with between bands.
Speaking of the crowd, I didn’t notice any celebrities, but I did see tons of rock and roll types tricked out in their best red, black and white gear. Looking back, I should have made myself a Mondrian inspired T-Shirt or something so that I would have been able to fit in with the De Stijl (pronounced “de style”) aesthetic that was going on. My BB King T-shirt was black and white, maybe that get’s me an A for effort.
By the time Jack and Meg hit the stage, the crowd was primed and ready to go. They stormed there way through a bunch of their hits with minimal fuss or crowd interaction, not that the audience seemed to mind. I found myself jumping and bopping around indie rock style…I couldn’t help myself. My personal highlight was “Death Letter”, a cover of one of Son House’s most heart wrenching songs. Definitely check out both versions.
Jack really took it to the guitar the whole night with screaming bends and ferocious slide wails. For the most part, Meg’s minimalist drumming style provided room for Jack’s voice and guitar to amble, but it seemed drowsy and almost disinterested at times. Having a drummer that sounds like a guitarists foot stomping accompaniment is a cool novelty and adds to some of their songs, but I’d really like to hear what Jack can do with a solid rhythm section made up of the traditional drums and bass.
All in all a great night, except for Ray having a touch of the flu. I can’t wait to see them again.