I'm going to Wichita, Far from this opera for evermore

Last week I went to see the White Stripes play the Orpheum theatre. It was a first-rate performance and exceptionally entertaining. Although I wish I could understand what the hell Jack White is saying sometimes. A strange kat, but darn good guitarist. (Did I just say “strange kat”??) And well I have never given it much thought; there was something about the way Meg White drove beats out with reckless abandon that suddenly makes me strangely attracted to her. Is that normal?

We were up in the second balcony so unfortunately my piddly Motorola couldn't zoom in close enough to capture the duo playing on stage. But here is a pretty unique shot of Meg playing while her shadow is cast on the right side of the theatre wall. We missed the opening act because, well, we just didn't care to see them. The Stripes' set lasted about 74 minutes including a single encore. I was slightly disappointed with only one encore, but it was their second show in as many nights. After the gig ended, early at 10:40PM, we found a pretty talented cover band playing one of the bars down the street. So I rounded out my night listening to five guys playing everything from Michael Jackson to Guns n' Roses.