The Stripes played at the Orpheum, a venue designed more for classical music and plays than for rock concerts. Yet it seemed to suit the Stripes surprisingly well.

The Greenhorns opened for the stripes. Honestly, they were pretty good. If you see their cd, you might want to pick it up.

The lighting isn't real good, but you can see the stage as the crew sets up for the performance. It was like a cross between a 1950's lounge and a jungle. Again, it sounds wierd, but it fit perfectly with the Stripes performance.

The Stripes take the stage! The energy was incredible! As you can see, Jack came out looking like a cross between an extremely manic Napoleon Bonaparte, and an overly (if this is even possible) pompous Louis XIV. To go further, imagine Louis XIV trying to do his best Chuck Berry impression, and succeeding in being more Berry than even Berry himself. The late 18th century. French Military garb served him well, in that for most of the night he was like a comanding General (with Meg bringing up the rear). I don't think the stripes used a set list, but rather Jack just decided off the cuff what they were going to do. You could see him calling directions to Meg after songs, and leading her along with guitar motions. Some people say that Meg really doesn't serve a point in the group and that Jack is basically the band. Although he clearly is in command, I think this is overstating it. These two have such a deep connection, and know eachother so well, that it provides their performances with amazingly easy transitions and a great flow.

Jack strutting while rocking it out at the start of the show.

The coat comes off, now its time to get down to business.

"I've been thinking about my door bell, when ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it?"

They whooped a donkey's behind with a belt.

Jack gets down. No one can play guitar like him.

An example of the passion an bond between the two. Its almost like he's preaching to her when he sings by the drum kit.

For one of the new songs, Meg came out from behind the drums to play bongos.

Another action shot.

The jungle theme was apt, in that when he was on stage, Jack was like a tiger, pacing back and forth waiting for the moment to unleash a furious guitar solo.

Preaching again. The only time Jack really spoke to the audience was when he complained that his tea was cold. ||