But you just never know how things are going to work out. Despite feeling sad, I remained stoic and didn't eat my guts out over a show that I could've gone to "if only". I got up Saturday morning and thought of my friends lining up for that night's show without me, then took my time packing and cleaning house and headed off to the airport at the scheduled time. Parked in row 3 on level 3, then found out my flight was departing from gate 33. Something about that... made me feel that things were happening the way they should. Made me feel better about not letting the junkie rise up and turn everything topsy-turvy.
So when my connecting flight arrived in Austin, I hopped into a cab and had it take me directly to the Music Hall, where I figured I'd wait outside for my friends to come out when the show was over. I had pictured myself sitting outside all alone, hearing the muffled sounds of the show and pining away. Instead, I found the front entrance bustling with security staff and people hanging about smoking. I walked up to the glass doors with my backpack and carry-on bag and realized I could see all the way through to a portion of the stage. And there was the merchandise table right inside the door. On an impulse, I opened the door and stepped in to see if there were any new items that hadn't been available last summer. Almost immediately, a young girl from the security staff was at my side, asking if I had a ticket. I said no, that I was just checking out the merch table. She eyed my bags and said I had to go back outside. She was very sweet about it, so I figured I'd explain why I'd just walked up laden with luggage and let myself in. Again, she was nice as could be and stood talking with me for a while about my situation and Jack's shows. She was apparently a bit of a fan herself and really excited to be working these two nights at the Music Hall. Then we saw the blue curtains close across the stage and I knew what point of the show I'd arrived at.
While I was explaining to my security pal about Jack's "intermission" breaks and how his encores are really like a second set, a small stream of people began pouring out the doors. I stopped one group and asked if they were leaving and one of the guys said yes. I asked if I could have his ticket. He said "Sure", and handed it to me. I turned to my new buddy on the security staff and asked "Any chance I could go in now?" She said that she had no problem at all with me going in, but wasn't sure that ticket would work since it'd already been scanned. Then she was called away for something and I sat by myself for a moment or two, staring at that blue curtain through the glass of the doors and watching more people trickle out to leave. Since none of them were complaining about what they'd just seen, it was apparent they had just been there so that they could say they'd been there and had no clue of what they were going to miss when those curtains opened again. Then another security person came out and leaned against the wall next to me and I found myself telling my story all over again. She said the same at the end, that she'd be happy to let me in but wasn't sure about the used ticket. But she said "Let me see what I can do". Then she headed back inside and I was alone again for a few moments.
Right about then, the blue curtains were pulled open, I heard the second set begin and, next thing I know, a third woman on the staff came out the door, walked up to me, and said "Come on in". She led me to a spot where I was able to stash my bags and told me to go on. I found a somewhat decent spot behind the sound & light board where I was able to see more than I thought I would, just as Jack began a performance of Ball & Biscuit that included the surprise of Charlie Sexton joining him on-stage to trade guitar solos back and forth.
|Photos by David James Swanson|
He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, and I realized I had to try to get closer. Cut along the side of the venue all the way to the front and then managed to slip between people to an empty spot just my size in the second row near the far end of the stage. Not ideal, not my usual spot on the rail right in front of Daru Jones' drumkit, but pretty damned good considering I thought I wasn't going to see this show at all. And then Jack launched into one of my favorites, Broken Boy Soldier, and I had not a thing to complain about.
|My pals right there up front. By this point in the show, I was back about where that tall guy is at the far end of the stage (on the right of the photo, under Jack's guitar cord)|
And then there was night two, the full show I'd come for.
I've written about Jack's ego before, but in that situation I was using Freud's theory of the three states of the ego as metaphors for the three bands he's most well-known for. Now that he's performing as a solo artist, albeit with a backing band that he's obviously built a deep connection with, I've had chances to see his ego in the more commonly familiar sense of egotism rather than sense of self. Do not for a moment think that I'm calling Jack White egotistical. I've read and watched too many interviews in which his innate humbleness was very clearly apparent (The Dan Rather one that the outtake clip above came from is a perfect example). But the way he interacts with an audience makes it also apparent that he's accepted his status as a world-renowned Rock Star, at least when he's caught up in the rush of being on-stage. I've described before how he'll sometimes pause between, sometimes even during, songs and wait for the crowd to begin cheering and then he'll wait some more to see just how loud they can get without him doing a single thing to incite them. And my friends told me about the multiple times he paused to comb his hair during the Saturday show in Austin, fussing with it at one prolonged point until it became obvious that he was playing to the crowd's laughter and cheers.
I don't know how much he did these things in the White Stripes, since I missed that band. But I don't recall seeing this at the Dead Weather shows I attended. And his efforts to get cheers from audiences at Raconteurs shows had a very different flavor, more exhortation than expectation. But who could begrudge him these moments, with his charisma it was only a matter of time before it'd get to this point. But sometimes...
Let me clarify here that when I write about the shows I've been to, in many cases I'm not necessarily talking about "what happened" at the show. I'm talking about my impressions, my experience, what happened for me. And sometimes these impressions don't form until after, when I'm thinking back on the experience, comparing it to other experiences, and letting my mind ramble. In the case of this show, I found myself thinking on the drive home from the airport about how it'd left me feeling exhilarated but at the same time somehow detached. When the show ended, I turned to Sam and Kristi and said "I have no idea what to write down about this show". There'd been no highlights, nothing in the setlist that blew me away, no moments that made me feel they just had to be remembered. And yet as the show was going on, I danced and cheered and and sang along with every ounce of energy and exuberance that I always do. It was not a bad show. It was a solid show. But it was just that, a solid, energetic, hard-rocking show.
|There was a bit of this feeling at Sunday's show, that eyes closed, hands on hips, sort of tired feeling.|
|But there was also this.|
|And there was this.|
Of course, part of it is due to the fact that I've been to so many shows now. This was number 34 and a half (counting Saturday night's second set) within five years. After some of the experiences I've had, my bar for Jack is damned high, probably a lot higher than the average fan. But I don't have any problem with some shows being just solid and not transcendent. I can't expect him to pull out surprises and give us treats at every show. The man's human. And so am I, my brain probably couldn't handle all the memories it'd need to store if every single show had multiple highlights. But today, looking back on last night's show, there's still that vague sense of detachment mixed in with the leftover excitement. Could be due to other things, like the fact that I only got 2 1/2 hours of sleep before I had to get to the airport for today's flight home and that I now have to do laundry and prepare for three more shows this week in Nashville, New York, and Ohio, and the weather forecast for all of those cities is going to make for some hellatiously cold line-standing (though I've survived that before for Jack!).
But I also wonder if it was Jack's posturing. Twice during the show he yelled to the crowd "Are you with me or against me???", a question he's asked at several shows on this tour. It seems somehow divisive to me. My first thought is why would anyone be there if they weren't with him, but then I think of the people who left after the first set the night before. They weren't with him, not in the way he really wants, but I doubt they would have been against him, either. Does he really think anyone would yell back "I'm against you, Jack!"? Combined with the posing and waiting for cheers to ramp up and up, it leaves me bemused. At so many shows I've felt that the unexpected songs and unusual moments he's given us were just that, gifts from him to us, something that we, the crowd, and he shared between us. But shows like last night make me feel that sometimes he's out there to give but not give quite as much, and in return he wants a more obvious proof of our devotion. I'm happy to give no matter which mood he seems to be in because I'm so very grateful for what I've already had, so I look at shows like this as just little bumps along the roller coaster. But it makes the half show from Saturday night in Austin just a little more memorable than the full show on Sunday.
One thing's for sure, though-- The show coming up this week in Nashville, with Loretta Lynn opening up for Jack, is bound to be one that won't soon be forgotten. I don't know if even my over-blown anticipation is high enough for what this one may turn out to be.
Nashville's where the roller coaster is going next, but here's where it's already been.