13/06/2009
Dead Wings, Dead Weather and We all Die a Little More
I wasn’t feeling it all last night.
In 2006 I agonized over every pitch and then every error.
In 2005 I believed fully they were in control until Big Shot Bob’s 3 went through the net — I couldn’t get to sleep for hours after I shut off the TV
But last night, I couldn’t make up my mind if I was going to go out, even though it was a great night to be sitting on the Magic Stick roof having a drink and watching the game.
But I did go and waited in line with the kids, who then ran up to the front of the stage where they stayed from 8pm until presumably the Dead Weather went off at the end of the night.
During the game, I switched seats, I switched sides of the bar, I went inside and watched the end on those little 20 inch TVs in the corners. But I was never nervous or upset about the outcome — we’ve gotten so use to things being abandoned, collapsing or rotting away around here that I guess I kind of knew where it was headed pretty early on.
The Dead Weather were good. Dean bounces back between guitar and synths, Little Jack can rock the low end and J. White grooves really well behind the kit with his Robert Smith haircut. He also switched places once with Little Jack to play some guitar at one point. But the vocals were run through what sounded like 10 million pounds of sludge from New York and New Jersey. The Stick sound guy did an admirable job for the opening band, but the Dead Weather’s guy, presumably on purpose had the vocals sounding like shit. Alison has a stage presence, we know Jack can sing but in my opinion they couldn’t overcome a poor choice in vocal processing.
I walked out before they played the single during the encore — not out of disgust or because I don’t think they’re worth watching, I was just done — the night had ended far earlier anyway.
Text posted at 15:18
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