The Dead Weather
Finally, a Sunshine show I was stoked to see.
I didn’t go to Coachella after all. Of course, William let me know about how enlightening, inspiring, and beautiful the 3-day festival was. I tried to ignore the fact that I spent most of the weekend focusing on non-enlightening things. I also got a temp staging job setting up lighting rigs, unloading ungodily heavy equipment from a truck.
The Dead Weather is Jack White’s newest project with chanteur de femme exquis, Allison Mosshart of the kills; Guitarist/keyboardist of Queens of the Stoneage; Eccentrically fat-toned bassist of the Raconteurs.
The best part was the sound check, involving them practicing jams from the new record, plus not-yet-recorded jams.
And just because I’m pompous and music-righteous, I’d like to add that this is the first show where I didn’t have to deal with the low-intelligent results of drunk humans who spew fluids from both ends, putting the cherry on the top of their night, as well as mine. So, my egotisticality likes to point out the inverse relationship to the amounts of bodily evacuations with the level of intelligence to be found in the demographic, and hence, the intelligence of the music.
Cheerio, mates!
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true story, i was called at 9 pm on thursday night last week and told that if i listened to their set list all night and got a ride down and was there by noon for 2 hours of rehearsals, i could have played drums for baroness’ set, and in doing so get a free ticket and a place to stay for the weekend. But, I had work the entire time, and was already in the middle of an 8 day week, at a job I’m probably gonna quit today anyway for other unrelated, yet even more shitty reasons.
Yeah….
the moral of that story was… well basically it was fuck our lives man…