The show was amazing. I found myself at times incredulous that the Stripes’ full, heavy sound is nothing more than the collision of a guitar and three-piece drumkit, and even more impressed by the improv, stream-of-consciousness quality of their setlist. It took Jack White all of 45 seconds into the first song to break a string with his frenzied playing style, and the show didn’t let up one iota for nearly two full hours. My seat was close enough that I could hear the soft tap of Jack’s reptilian red leather shoes against the pedals of his gloss-black Steinway piano, and that I could translate most of the eye and body language between him and Meg as she hovered above her bass drum; needless to say, it just doesn’t get much better than that.
Thanks for the hookup, Paul. 😉