The Dead Weather
The First time I saw Jack White perform was with the Raconteurs. He played guitar like noone else I had ever seen and sang like Robert Plant from Led Zepplin. It was hard to watch anyone else on stage and at first I thought it was just because he was famous, but then I realized he was famous because of something else.
The second time I saw Jack White perform was last night with The Dead Weather. He played drums without flaw, the whole crowd grew into a collective bob as the night when on. When he got out from behind the kit to sing a duet with the sexiest lead singer i have seen in a while, I thought I was watching them make love. I didn’t include a picture in this blog because you have to see for yourself. The show was 64 minutes. Nobody left disappointed. In a sold out show at the 930 club when the band got quiet you could hear the bartenders throwing away empty bottles. Nobody in the crowd looked at each other. They couldn’t take their eyes away. I couldn’t take my eyes away. Jack White sets the standard for what performance should be. He just does. It was the kind of show that gets you out of bed early the next morning because you can’t sleep. It was that good. I have spent the better part of my life trying to get a seat at the table of great performers in the music business. Jack White is at the head of the table. I will shut up now.
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