A fine night had in the presence of Jack White and his crew of merry music makers. The curtain went up, and Bean and I did a double take, as Mr. White’s had a most excellent haircut in recent days leaving him with quite the Elvis vibe. Did miss catching a view of that infamous moptop of his, but do still love a good switch up from long to short, and he gave it good. But yada to the aesthetics. As much as I adore atmosphere and appearance playing into and helping to build the mood and feel of a thing, the true goods lay in the lengthy and eclectic performances of those owning the stage. A total treat, I’m filled with inspiration anew.