Thursday I had the wonderful opportunity to see the White Stripes (with guest performer M. Ward opening the show). Not only did I get to see the band but I was able to watch it at the Greek theatre, nestled in the hills of Griffith Park, and with great company.
I was able to take a few pictures with my old credit-card sized camera in between M. Ward's lackadaisical set and the White Stripes. The highlight of M. Ward had to be the cover of David Bowie's "Let's Dance" played in a mellow acoustic-folk temperament that rivaled the like of Harry Belafonte combined with a smidgeon of the slowest Bob Dylan song ever. Ward's recordings were far superior to his live performance at the Greek.
Shortly after these pictures, I was asked to take my camera to the office and have it returned to me later after the concert. I had no choice but to concede, sadly.
I wasn't sure what to expect for the White Stripes in concert, brought to us by the lovely Los Angeles commercial-media-hyped 'rock' radio station.
Jack White's energy was almost boundless, and it was abundantly clear that he led, and his sister Meg followed that lead from behind the drum kit.
Kudos to the White Stripes for putting on a seemingly non-stop and entertainingly high energy show. They conquered the skeptical fans around me, and recaptured an audience that may have waned in enthusiasm after their latest record. After hearing the songs performed live, it really changes your perception of the music, and gives you key mental reminders of why you love the White Stripes dearly.
