Last night marked the first night of celebrating Kevin’s impending birthday. (next monday)…

We simply told him not to dally after work and get home – which he did… We told him nothing else. Then we drove him downtown and we parked in the work garage, (which is three blocks away from our destination, and more importantly…. “free”).

By this point he was completely stumped until we started walking and he realized we were either going to the Fox Theatre… or… We were marching directly into the DMZ and had a deathwish.

By using a complicated set up code-speak, gestures, clicks and whistles – Chad and I were able to procure tickets to see The White Stripes right under his nose.

The concert…. for lack of a better adjective…. ROCKED… Literally…

When asked what kind of band they are I always twist my face up and studder momentarily at the simplicity and honesty of the answer:: “They’re a rock-n-roll band”….

Not retro-new-wave… Goth… Metal…. Emo….

Well – I actually think they “are” classified as Indy/Progressive rock – which if you kinda think of it, is pretty silly… Since when did “Rock-n-Roll” become “edgy and alternative”… again….?

Anyway – it was just the duo… I believe they’re brother and sister? (**correction – they’re ex-husband and wife**) – which may explain the creepy tightness to their performance… (they may as well have been playing each-other’s instruments).

Realization:
Chick drummers are Cool….

…… blogs are not.