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He's Lookin' For A Home Notice that Johnny Depp has kindly switched places with Jack White in the line of Boyfriends. Would you like to know why this is?It's because right now, Jack White is my absolute number one sexy bitch of a Boyfriend. You don't know just how motherfluffing hot he is until you see him perform live. "I said if anybody asks you people who sang you this song, you tell 'em it's Jackie White, he's done been here and gone, he's lookin' for a home, he's lookin' for a home..." Yeah, well, I don't think you need to look much further for a home, Jackie...mmm... The Details: I missed The Hiss, but the other opening band was Whirlwind Heat. I didn't particularly love them, but I felt bad, because the audience was restless and wanted them to get done. The one guy got absolutely pegged in the side of the head with a bottle. Jack was wearing his half-black, half-red pants, a red ripped shirt with some of the rips held together with black string, and black and white shoes. His hair was looking wavy-poufy like in some of the older publicity shots, and was in his face most of the time. Meg was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, red pants, hair down. The huge black bodyguard guy from Conan was there, along with all their other "people" in black suits and red shirts. She is so tiny. I never realized how little and adorable and waif-like she is. Some inbred hillbilly freak THREW A BOTTLE at her. What kind of stupid prick would throw a bottle at MEG? Fortunately it just hit her drumset, but still. She sang "In The Cold Cold Night" wonderfully, and I was so glad because I wasn't sure if she would. Jack was wonderful. I was afraid that with a crowd like that, they would get pissed off and just leave the stage, but they still gave an awesome show. At one point he put his guitar on the ground like he did on Conan with the desk, and just started ripping it up. And, now, hear this: I swear to you, he looked straight at me during "I Just Don't Know What to Do With Myself." I'm talking eye contact here, and not for just a few seconds, either. I would have looked at me, too; I was singing along at the top of my lungs with what must have been the goofiest, most enthralled look on my face, and we were smack in the front. People literally flying over our heads left and right. Indy and her sister Carly decided to make like the crowd-surfers and get lifted over the fence by the security guards so they could get out of the squishedness, and we didn't see them for the rest of the show. But Indy told me that while she was being shuffled along the little area in front of the stage, she yelled "I LOVE YOU JACK!" And he SMILED at her. *Thud.* Yeah, we're not obsessed fangirls or anything. So, despite drunken mullet-sporting moshers, bottle-throwing shirtless fratboys, and crowd-surfing pseudo-punks with giant, dangerous shoes that free concerts are sure to draw, I managed to thoroughly enjoy myself at the concert last night. My own post-show assessment was this: "THAT WAS FRIGGIN' AWESOME." The eloquence. Setlist (Maybe just partial, and definitely not in order): Black Math Dead Leaves and the dirty ground Hotel Yorba Seven Nation Army Fell in Love with a Girl I Think We’re Going to Be Friends Ball and Biscuit In The Cold Cold Night The Hardest Button to Button The Same boy you've always known I think I smell a rat/Take a Whiff on Me Jolene You're Pretty Good Looking Death Letter Lord, Send Me An Angel Screwdriver Let's Shake Hands Astro Jack The Ripper Apple Blossom Hello Operator Encore: I Just Don’t Know What To Do With Myself and Boll Weevil (“He’s lookin’ for a home…”) -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- And in the non-Stipes-related department, making this freaking huge entry even longer… “Nicole and Stevey, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love, then comes marriage, THEN COMES NICOLE WITH BABY CARRIAGE!” Sugar Plum is preggers! Coincidentally, they are now lookin' for a home too, so they came over today. Just what I need; for Nicole to see me in my smeared mascara, still smelling of other people's sweat from the concert. Yum. Also: I fell out of a fouetté turn yesterday in the middle of the floor and just slightly twisted my ankle. It would have been fine, but I was embarrassed and started crying a little bit, because I’m an absolute idiot. It was one of those things. You start crying for a tiny, stupid reason, and you’re just stressed or something and you can’t stop. The floodgates were open and nothing was stopping them. So everybody was all concerned and talking about me in the dressing room, which was horrible. I felt like such a dorky, sniveling baby. Eh. I’ll get over it. 2003-06-21 @ 5:37 p.m. |