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Jul. 25th, 2007 04:22 pmThere are so many things in life that don't measure up to your expectations of them. As I sat on the subway with my roommate, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ursus_archetype, I listened to one earbud of a little compilation of the White Stripes I liked the best.
Excitedly, we picked up some food quickly after calling an ambulance for a man, passed out in the sidewalk outside of the gyro café. The White Stripes were supposed to go on at 10:05, and James guessed that they'd be typically late. After all, it's a rock concert. Not a train schedule.
So we idled slightly, with me encouraging James to drink and eat faster. Who minds if the end result is a can of chugged Becks?
By the time we made it to the top tier of Madison Square Garden, it was about 10pm. Amazingly, the beer was cheaper than it had been at the Modest Mouse concert. But as we stood in line, I heard some tell-tale guitar riffing and crowd-squealing. The concert was beginning! James offered to wait for the drinks while I ran, excited, intoxicated and woozy with thrill down the precarious staircase to my seats. I did have to eject some sedentary interlopers, but the concert was beginning, and I couldn't contain my glee.
I am constantly amazed that, with two people, the White Stripes manage to achieve the pure volume and density of sound that they do. Intricately layered, the sound weaves in and out of itself to seem far bigger than its origin. And just two people had managed to fill the entirety of Madison Square Garden, capacity 20,000+, with electricity. There wasn't a person who wasn't bobbing in his or her seat. Undulations of rhythm, there was even a guy down in the second tier who very accurately drummed in time with Meg, using glow sticks in lieu of real drums.
James was quite sure, however, that Meg kept time by jiggling her boobs. She seemed... peppy... as she drummed along. And hey, the silhouette against the back wall was awesome!
They played nearly all my favorite songs -- Canon, Wasting My Time, Blue Orchid, and excitingly, Meg White performed "In the Cold, Cold Night" -- Meg White really has only done 5 songs since the history of the WS, so to hear her perform live was a rush.
I think probably the best part was the lead up and success of the encore. The show had started at 10:05, and around 11:20, Jack and Meg left the stage. Was the show over? It was time to let them know that it wasn't okay to leave yet.
Despite the stage being empty, no one in the 20,000 person arena got out of their chairs. They just screamed, stomped their feet, and clapped in waves. It went on and on. I really needed to pee, but I didn't want to miss out on more! So I clapped. And I screamed. And cheered, as loudly as I could.
It felt like ten minutes when, finally, they came back out. And performed for another full hour. Seriously, could it get any better?
I'm aware that I'm just raving and on my post-concert high, but I've got to say, it's something that I just have to do again!
ursus_archetype, I listened to one earbud of a little compilation of the White Stripes I liked the best. Excitedly, we picked up some food quickly after calling an ambulance for a man, passed out in the sidewalk outside of the gyro café. The White Stripes were supposed to go on at 10:05, and James guessed that they'd be typically late. After all, it's a rock concert. Not a train schedule.
So we idled slightly, with me encouraging James to drink and eat faster. Who minds if the end result is a can of chugged Becks?
By the time we made it to the top tier of Madison Square Garden, it was about 10pm. Amazingly, the beer was cheaper than it had been at the Modest Mouse concert. But as we stood in line, I heard some tell-tale guitar riffing and crowd-squealing. The concert was beginning! James offered to wait for the drinks while I ran, excited, intoxicated and woozy with thrill down the precarious staircase to my seats. I did have to eject some sedentary interlopers, but the concert was beginning, and I couldn't contain my glee.
I am constantly amazed that, with two people, the White Stripes manage to achieve the pure volume and density of sound that they do. Intricately layered, the sound weaves in and out of itself to seem far bigger than its origin. And just two people had managed to fill the entirety of Madison Square Garden, capacity 20,000+, with electricity. There wasn't a person who wasn't bobbing in his or her seat. Undulations of rhythm, there was even a guy down in the second tier who very accurately drummed in time with Meg, using glow sticks in lieu of real drums.
James was quite sure, however, that Meg kept time by jiggling her boobs. She seemed... peppy... as she drummed along. And hey, the silhouette against the back wall was awesome!
They played nearly all my favorite songs -- Canon, Wasting My Time, Blue Orchid, and excitingly, Meg White performed "In the Cold, Cold Night" -- Meg White really has only done 5 songs since the history of the WS, so to hear her perform live was a rush.
I think probably the best part was the lead up and success of the encore. The show had started at 10:05, and around 11:20, Jack and Meg left the stage. Was the show over? It was time to let them know that it wasn't okay to leave yet.
Despite the stage being empty, no one in the 20,000 person arena got out of their chairs. They just screamed, stomped their feet, and clapped in waves. It went on and on. I really needed to pee, but I didn't want to miss out on more! So I clapped. And I screamed. And cheered, as loudly as I could.
It felt like ten minutes when, finally, they came back out. And performed for another full hour. Seriously, could it get any better?
I'm aware that I'm just raving and on my post-concert high, but I've got to say, it's something that I just have to do again!
