I have a friend who is a very focused person. Way more so than I am. I mean way, way more than I am. He persevered through what seemed like a decade to get into dental school. He did this because he said "I have no plan B." This is brilliance. Because he does not allow himself to even conceive of another alternative, he sticks with something until he ultimately gets it. I can really use a friend like this because I usually come up with about 16 ideas per day generally involving, but not limited to - franchise conception, alternative music revenue streams, creation of pilot for witty new tv series called "Jesus and Moses," Organizational Management, and a fresh new product I'm working on called a "Jump To Conclusions Mat." I think Jack White could relate to this, and when his newest new band "Dead Weather" came to town, my extremely focused friend and I made our way to go see him. But here is the interesting part of the story, the show was sold out. We knew this in advance (actually there were three of us), but once you have been to as many concerts as I have...this isn't really a problem. You have to be focused.

"Dead Weather" is made up of:
Jack White on Drums, Guitar, and Vocals
Alison Mosshart of The Kills handling most of the lead vocals
Dean Fertita from Queens of The Stone Age on guitar and keys,
and Jack Lawrence on bass from The Raconteurs

So one would think that the band, made up of very seasoned performers would destroy it live... and that would be a very good guess. It would be hard to imagine a personality that could dominate a stage with someone like Mr. White in tow, but Mosshart delivers. Every single person in the audience was held completely captive by her cock-sure swaying, siren-esque wailing, and all around excellent crowd play. I think that the greatest performers make the audience a little bit nervous, like Ozzy biting off the head of a bat or Chris Martin dancing around like he is a handicapped seal. Needless to say, I was very impressed with this young lady and her intense genital grabbing. But then, Jack got up from the drums, grabbed a six string, and I soon forgot about said genital grabbing. (Astute observers will note the very subtle self commentary).

Watching Jack White play guitar is something that I don't think our generation has a reference for. Maybe like watching Clapton or Page or something...I don't want to engage in too much hyperbole here, but watching him made me want to call people I have wronged in the past, and ask for forgiveness. This would probably include Jack since I now owe him thirty bucks for the ticket I never ended up with. I only knew one song from the group, but I was willing to forgo this fact due to the credibility of Jack's other projects, which I do enjoy regularly. (If you aren't really a music person, this includes "The White Stripes," and a new favorite of mine "The Raconteurs.") Consider me sold, I will be picking up the album soon. Here is a nice video for the song "Treat Me Like Your Mother."