how i went to the warfield and came out soaking wet

high temperatures + old theater + tight general admission area + rocking band = steve's shirt soaking wet.

i just saw the raconteurs at the warfield. good show, really good show. but, on top of that, i was about thirty feet away from the jack white as he played the guitar. or actually, the guitar played him. it's a really amazing experience to watch, if you get a chance. it's as if when he shreds, it takes his whole body over.

it was a much better show than the one he put on with meg at "not so silent night" in december, where he just completely phoned it in. tonight, he was completely on.

here's a photo of jack white, the most sonic guitar player alive.



anyways, like i said, i'm standing no more than thirty feet away from jack white, and next to me is a japanese kid who spent the whole concert taking photographs, first with his camera and then with his cameraphone. i'm gonna guess conservatively 80-90 photos. that's 3 or 4 a minute for thirty minutes. i know that sounds ridiculous, but i'm dead-on serious. he barely rocked out. he was more concerned with taking a photo than he was with getting wild. it was raise hand, take photo, look at photo, repeat. for thirty minutes. non stop. as much as i got annoyed because he stood next to me, i gotta say, i loved it. stuff like that makes me laugh.

here's a photo of this kid taking photos.