Why I Love Blogging, Chapter 1,312
May 29, 2012
We’ve “amen”-ed each other many times on this principle, but it bears repeating: the best thing about blogging is the comments. You never know exactly what you are going to get, but after 9 years, you know you are going to get some good ones. With thanks to Naomi for making my day, I reprint the following two comments in their entirety.
Hmm – Jack White…
I’m not sure I really believe this of myself, but I just bought a ticket for Jack White’s 8:00pm performance at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre here in Vancouver, BC Canada this evening.
And further, I am not really too sure how this came about except for a serendipitous series of events and just pure determination. It has taken me a bit to kind of figure out what those events were and to put the pieces together – I’m a little slow. But once I had, I was determined to see his concert.
I saw Jack White’s pic on your blog and read the story of him being on your plane and thought, that’s cool – hmm interesting, never heard of him, wonder who he is, kind of thing. That was a couple of days ago. Then yesterday on my way home from my amazing Saturday job at Maiwa.com where I sell fibre arts supplies including lots of yarny goodness, I noticed our local entertainment paper, the Georgia Straight in a paper box as I alighted from the bus. It had a full page photo of guess who? Why Jack White of course. Wow, who is this guy? Didn’t I just see his pic a few days ago? Right, I did, on Mason Dixon Knitting. My arms were full of bags and packages and a huge bouquet of peonies. I momentarily thought to grab the Straight, but did not have enough hands. I simply went home.
Today, Sunday the 27th of May, I sat and knit for a bit on Janel Laidman’s Rivendell socks and then took a snack break. My snack break included rereading Mason Dixon’s Knitting blog and again was reminded of Jack White. Curious, I went to Google and You Tube to see who this guy really was. As I was watching one clip, I noticed just below the video, a line that read something like, “Jack White, Queen Elizabeth Theatre, Vancouver, May 27th”. What? – oh that was what the Georgia Straight cover was all about. And then the next clip showed a bit of video that I had already seen before. But where? Oh, yes, I started to watch “It Might Get Loud” on Netflix. Good Lord, Jack White had been everywhere and in my face for the past week.
So I did the only normal thing that I could do, I logged onto Ticketmaster to see if I could get a ticket for this evening’s performance. Sold out! NO, not possible. I need to go to this concert and the theatre is only 5 blocks from where I live. Determined, I was sure there was a single ticket just for me. I just wasn’t feeling sure, I KNEW there was one and that I just had to be patient. So I let it be for a bit and then, guess what? After numerous logins and attempts to search for a seat, a 7th row centre orchestra ticket came up available and it is mine, all MINE.
I AM going to see Jack White perform this evening. I will probably be the only grandmotherly type there. Oh, what the Hell, I am only going to live once in this body, I might as well live.
I’ll let you know how it goes later… Loud, I expect!
24 hours later……
Well, all I can really say is Jack White rocks!!! And he did rock with his Peacock all girl band dressed in baby blue sparkly dresses with black accents. Jack was in a baby blue suit with black shirt and blue tie. Oh and, the roadies all wore, the guys that is, black shirt, pants and hats with blue suspenders and ties and the girl roadies wore blue dresses. A colour coordinated affair. Alas, no knits.
Here is the link to the write-up for tonights show. http://www.vancouversun.com/entertainment/Review+Jack+White+digs+deep+Vancouver/6688102/story.html
I am still trying to regain my hearing. It was LOUD, but great. So glad I went.
Thanks to Mason Dixon Knitting for being the catalyst that sent me off to this rock concert. I really think I was the only 60’s + grannie that was there, but I rocked with the rest of them!!
Dear Jack White, you owe us one “grandmotherly” seat in the 7th row!
In other news, I finished a quilt top for my goddaughter Rose (who is the Rose of Sharon and the lily of the valley, hence my verse selection) over the long weekend. It was not a long enough weekend to quite finish the back so that I can send this off to my machine quilter extraordinaire, but I’m nearly there. Also, more dishrags. Summertime, and the knittin’ is cottony and absorbent.