Kelley Stoltz opened and, despite the fact that he and his band were technically good, they really just pretty much sucked. I’m not sure what it was, because I think it’s the kind of music that I would have liked if I was in a different mood, but I just couldn’t wait for them to get off the f’ing stage. And I was not alone, pretty much everyone within earshot was heavy into the sarcastic clap, and the near-standing ovation they got at the end of their set was more a function of everyone trying to encourage them to get the fuck out the way, than it was a celebration of the music.
There was another, much better, opening band before Stoltz who, despite my being internets savvy, I can’t for the life of me find the name of. Basically, it was a guy on a guitar, and a completely seductive girl with incredible… stage presence… that sang. She was totally approachable after the show, but I had plans to meet the Thai Singer at The Blu Monkey and definitely didn’t want to miss that.
Oh, and The Raconteurs? Pretty good. I know that if it’s too loud you’re too old, but the first song completely blew my ears out to the point that I was whimpering pathetically, and mewing like a kitten.
Wow, I am a master of the simile.
At any rate, they were so loud that you couldn’t make out the singing over the cracking of the blown-out speakers, and the vocal force made the drunk 16 year-old behind me puke on his shoes (as oppossed, thankfully, to my back). It got better, though, and I’ll check them out a little more closely based on the show. Oh, and they did a cover of Gnarls Barkley’s Crazy as an encore, which was awesome.
Also, if you’re a waitress and you mishear my “Jack and Coke” order as “Jack and Gin”, and then bring it to my with a straight face… well, then just high-5’s all around ’cause you’re the king, baby.
[UPDATE] The alluring singer/guitar player duo was apparently Jonneine Zapata, whose bandwith is exceeded but will always have a place in my heart.