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14 May 2001
9:06 PM: We saw The White Stripes Saturday and they were just fucking awesome. Ho golly, I'm having that experience a lot lately! Yum.
White Stripes are a band consisting of Jack, who plays guitar, and his sister Meg, who plays drums. That's it. And with those two people they proceeded to tear the Fillmore down. I figured it would probably be good and maybe interesting, you know, rockabilly rock and roll yadayada, having never heard any of their music before at all. We were there because Veronica saw that they were playing and said "Oh! They're really good.", and I said "Well let's go!" because otherwise we would have gone the whole weekend without going out to do anything and that just wouldn't have been good, now would it? Anyway. So, there I am, I know nothing. First song, pretty good, no expectations demolished too much. They're fun.
Second song was a cover of "Jolene" by Dolly Parton, which is one of the all-time kick-ass American songs ever thank you. And like when I first really heard Sleater-Kinney, my jaw fell out of my head and pretty much stayed there for the rest of the show. They did probably the best cover of this song that I have ever heard. Jack's voice is so weird - it sort of floats and cracks and trembles through a couple different registers, like he's being possessed by 3 or 4 different personalities fighting for control. And one of them is some old 50s rock shouter and one of them is Bobcat Goldwaithe before he found effective medication.
Not to mention that the guitar playing and the drumming are great and make this HUGE sound, and oh they were just real, real good, them kids, yes they were.
There was also a disturbing amount of PDA going on at that show. Ahem.
9:21 PM: Sunday Veronica wasn't feeling well, so we just hung out and watched Buffy all day - Season I, aka The Short Skirt Years. Ate some more of that curious Earth food: apples and bananas and cheese and things. It's OK, you know, tastes good and whatnot. But nothing really beats some good old-fashioned processed zyrmox in a can, you know?
Have not seen Sopranos yet, meep. Today has been way too much meeting and talking and bla bla. Work is not too out of whack - people have accepted the cuts to some degree. But goddamn it's empty in here... Well, back to typing now.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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