The Dead Weather 10/2/09

A lot of you are probably saying "what the hell band is that?"  Well, its yet another band from my rock God, Jack White (no, not Lacey's dad).  I would say you may have heard their song "Hang You From the Heavens" except that Atlanta radio is unbelievably horrible.  This time however, Mr. White was on drums instead of guitar and lead singing.  He employed Alison Mosshart from The Kills to take over vocals, and that, my friends, she accomplished.  Weighing about 80 pounds soaking wet with a voice and presence like Goliath, she's by far the sexiest front"man" I've ever seen.  The fact that she can thrash with the most aggressive rock stars around is hopefully going to give me some of the sweetest dreams I can imagine.  Hearing her panther growl all the way to her high pitched squeal while moving to the music in a strobe light-heavy performance was hypnotic.  They played all of the songs from their debut album Horehound with scattered covers throughout except for the instrumental "3 Birds."  Jack came out from behind the skins to jam for a couple of songs just to remind us how obliterating and erratic his guitar can be when in his hands.  They saved two of the most powerful, in-your-face tunes, "Treat Me Like Your Mother" and "New Pony" for the encore which left us all with adrenaline pumping and longing for more.  Thanks to my buddy Steve Alexander, I got a little more.  Steve knew the singer from the opening act, Imaad Wasif, who got us back stage passes.  I still can't believe it.  But, to quell your wondering, we didn't get to meet the ever reclusive JW.  It was pretty chill back there and we were two of the very few fans allowed.  The fact that we were anything but young, attractive, women probably didn't make easier our plight.  However, bassist Jack Lawrence and guitarist Dean Fertita did walk by us straining to not make eye contact with everything they had.  So, maybe its better that I didn't meet Jack White, because if he had acted like that, it would have surely broken my heart.  Ahhh, the life of a Rock Star...

first ever back stage pass