UNDER BLACKPOOL LIGHTS
Sister Marge and I picked up the new WHITE STRIPES live DVD the other day,
Under BlackPool Lights. The sweet sounds of garage blues swept through the convent as Sister Marge and I polished off a bottle of Jack. The concert was filmed on old super-8 handheld cameras giving the show quite a biblical feel, or at least 70’s.
Lil’ Jackie White reminded me of the young man who used to mow our lawn while I was still in seminary, and still could have my lawn mowed. His ex-wife, Meg, who he still refers to as his sister, beat away on her drums in what looked like an ecstasy-induced haze. Jack’s guitar was on point all night, and only being a two-piece band he really filled the sound. They played many songs from throughout their careers and saved the commercial shit,
Seven Nation Army, for the encore.
My main problem with the DVD though was that they filmed it in England, rather than America or their hometown of Detroit. Watching those limey Protestants bounce around, not knowing what they were listening to, just knowing it was American, therefore cool, made me load up my 12 gauge with buckshot and go looking for Anglicans.
