And the super shall reign

I know I've talked about the "super group" (trademark pending) before. It seems like some killer bands have split and reformed to make additional killer bands in the last few years.

Take for example Audioslave, the magical combination of Rage Against the Machine and Soundgarden. Then you have the Raconteurs, which, well, they are the shiznick.

Recently a friend introduced me to Them Crooked Vultures.

Now in the pantheon of "super groups" this one is going to reign supreme in my heart. Formed by Josh Homme from Queens of the Stone Age, Dave Grohl from the Foo Fighters and John Paul Jones from this little band you may have heard of called LED ZEPPELIN. (If I have to link to Led Zeppelin so you know who they are, then get the fuck off my blog.)

Needless to say, while worried for the future of my beloved Foos, I pretty much creamed my panties when I found out about this band.

I require music the way some people require soda or chocolate chip cookies. Sure, I can live without it, but why the hell would I? And when your soda is made of pure unadulterated rock, then addiction must be guaranteed.

Spent the night with Jack White

Better than I had imagined. Louder than you would have thought possible.

If you're still following along with my seemingly-endless adoration of Jack and the gang, then I can sum up the concert in three, concise, perfect words: Oh. Good. God.

Thanks to some guy named James who took some killer photos because I'm just too damn short to see.

I got what I got all despite you

I'm having one of those days when nothing can bring me down. Not even a heavy hand on my extreme commuter story. Not even a lonely text from a wayward niece who is not so happy with her family right now -- the feeling is mutual on their part.

I have one golden ticket to the Raconteurs tonight for an evening of Jack White and the brilliance that shines from his greasy hair like starlight. I had to switch over from Fiction Plane to listen to their new album, but it was worth it.

It's very bluesy and once again, reminiscent of those bands that made rock roll -- Led Zepplin, Styx and the Doors. My favorite song, "Top Yourself" includes a steel guitar, which may be one of the best inventions... well, ever. It also has some of the best lyrics

How you gonna get that deep
When I'm not around to do it to you.

Poetic genius!

Summer lovin'

I have been on a whirlwind of concert ticket buying lately. This Friday we're going to see The Bravery with some friends. In July, it's the Foo Fighters -- hereafter known as "the event of Michele's summer!"

Last night, my friend Farlee called me squealing about an impending visit by The Raconteurs. Did I just not dribble over their new song last week? Why yes I did!

Farlee promised to attend with me, as it is a Tuesday night. With a few clicks of the mouse, I now possess a ticket to spend the evening with Jack White.

While I might not want to jump on stage and strip him naked like I wish for Chris Cornell, I am sure I will enjoy the show immensely.

Jack's big music show

Stumbled across a little piece in Rolling Stone today about one of Jack White's favorite side projects, The Raconteurs and their new album.

Jack is so damn clever, it drives me crazy. I hadn't even heard about this album, and apparently neither had no one else.

Jack White and Brendon Benson shocked everyone on Tuesday when they released the second album from their band the Raconteurs after announcing its existence just one week ago.

Brilliant! I'm sure it stems from Jack's experience with a quick-draw DJ who played all of "Icky Thump" before it was released last May.

Thankfully Rolling Stone linked to one of the first reviews, which is pretty favorable. Jack touches on a theme that I believe compels me most as a music lover -- story telling. My favorite artists tell stories, beautiful, haunting, enigmatic stories that make you listen to them over and over again until you finally sluice away the mystery in the chords. And you realize that Dave Grohl is actually singing to me when he croons, "and I wonder when I sing along with you, if everything could ever feel this real forever..."

"When you call yourself a musician," the White Stripes leader said when he teamed up with singer-songwriter Brendan Benson, bassist Jack Lawrence and drummer Patrick Keeler in 2005, "you join that family of storytellers."

And it so happened that they released their first video on the same day as the album. So smartly designed was this coup, that it makes me love Jack all that much more.