So The Dead Weather are probably the coolest band I’ve ever known. OH MY GAWD! WHAT A WICKED ACCUSATION FROM THE MUSIC WHORE HIMSELF! Basically…but this time I think someone by the name of Matt Ferrel will agree.

So as you may have read on the blog last week, I won early entry to this show via The Vault (All Things Jack White Fan Club thing). I was pretty excited to say the least. Matt was pretty pumped as well, perhaps even more than me seeing as he was already crushing hardcore on Alison Mosshart (Little did I know, I soon would be as well.) Matt and I headed downtown and arrived sometime around 6. We headed to The Hockey Town Cafe where Matt had a couple of Magic Hat #9’s. At about 6:35 we headed over to the venue where we met some cool people who also won early entry. We were then escorted into the Venue at about 7pm. I took a quick look at the merch table to see if they had anyone of the super rare vinyls that sell for $250+ on ebay, but alas, no tri color vinyl. When I headed to the stage, Matt had already secured a front row center spot up against the railing. The railing was touching the stage…I shit my pants at how close we were.

I could easily touch the stage. Matt gave up his spot to go grab some beer. He then proceeded to share stories that shouldn’t be told to strangers with Drew Sullivan and some random kids. The Screaming Females came on at about 7:40. They were awesome! The lead singer is a chick that looks 15 and wore a grandma’s dress, but man can she shred.

The good stuff. The Dead Weather were amazing! The backdrop was a Rob Jones designed piece that is also the artwork on the Vinyl version of Horehound. It then had a blue light flashed upon it which made Jack White stand out even more.

They also used some sweet strobe lights which made it even more awesome. I was asked beforehand how much I was gonna eyefuck Jack White…I answered 1/2 the time which is super gay to the max, but hey, it’s a man crush. Fortunately, I developed a crush on the lead signer Alison Mosshart…God Damn! Matt summed it up best by asking one of our girl friends if she could be “the hardcore bitch that he needs in his life” in order to fill the void left in his heart after leaving the concert.



She can just flat out rock and she does it in such a seductive manner it’s sick. I totally got spit on by her and it was hot…and then I touched her like a total creep, but I hear it’s all the rage!
My boy Jackie White was only seen at the front of the stage twice all night. Once during a cover of “You Just Can’t Win” and he strapped the guitar on for the slow blues jam “Will There Be Enough Water?”. The latter being my favorite moment of the night…It made me miss the Stripes, until I got to see Alison again…then I was all set on the Stripes.

They didn’t put on the best concert I have ever seen (That still goes to the White Stripes), but it was BY FAR the coolest concert experience I have ever had!

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Rating: 8.5/10

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(Let’s just forget I gave Green Day a 9.2…Deal? Damn…)