LPTrendsMusicStory. The Black Keys by Chris Frost. Every rock and roll adventure breeds a story. This one is good timing on the cusp of the release of the film, The Man with the Iron Fists, directed by Quentin Tarantino, laced with The Black Keys music.
Just after locating a window seat, over the wing no less, the least safe seat on the plane, I am accompanied by two gentleman who fall into the middle and aisle seats with that “finality of leaving my feet plop” we all can appreciate. One readily begins commenting “how long is it until we can get a drink” and “hope the guy by the window drinks cause we’re getting him sauced.” I readily smile and acknowledge “sounds like a good idea to me.”
The primary speaker runs by the name of Torpedo and sports a full beard much as Auerbach of the Black Keys does himself. His friend Tim, who definitely appears much worse for wear, hardly acknowledges his friends quip about drinks, but introduces himself before promptly closing his eyes in an attempt to stop the spinning.
But no sooner are buckles snapped when the three of us begin bantering about all things one “shouldn’t” talk about on a plane, with Torpedo leading the way with; guns, meat, streaking and the crème de la crème of attention grabbers (especially on a plane) “TIMEBOMBS.”
Yep, the other passengers were verily breaking their necks every minute trying to keep an eye on the three of us. And I tell you what, I liked these guys instantly; they were straight shooters who weren’t afraid of a good time even if it meant an in-flight felony for terroristic remarks – yep, these were my kind of guys.
As it turned out we were all returning from whirlwind trips to San Diego for much the same reasons 1) visiting friends rarely seen any longer due to our muddled schedules of life and that thing called “responsibilities” and 2) to rock out with The Black Keys who this past year released their seventh album El Camino and were slated to play Valley View Casino Center Thursday night.
So there we sat, whiskey and tonics in hand reminiscing the weekend, but namely the show and its old school charm with electric spot lights panning the stage, giant flash strobes and disco balls descending from the blackened rafters to cast a cacophony of glittering lights over the crowd. It was bedlam, and it rocked.
The boys from Ohio, Dan Auerbach and Patrick Carney, who in 2010 won Best New Artist at the MTV awards and in 2011 followed it up with Best Rock Performance, Best Alternative Music Album and Best Recording Package came to play and play it loud, featuring both old and new in what is a stable list from show to show so those who want to be in on the know can.
For the rest of us, we just order our beers and go along for the ride with Tighten Up, Howling for you, Gold on the ceiling, Strange Times and Lonely Boy stirring the crowd to a frenzy, and their encore including Everlasting Light and I Got Mine.
My compatriot Eric, an accomplished writer working with Chempetitive Group continued the party after the show as we were still pretty fired up, and if you weren’t – then you have issues my friend, real issues, so go see a doctor. And lucky for me I had Friday to recover while staying with Erik, and his wife Krista, their boys Caden and Ryan and dog Lucky, though the poor guy was sporting a cone all weekend which smacked ironic his name. Unfortunately for Tim, he had Friday and apparently Saturday morning as well to continue “rocking the casbah” with Torpedo, which I can readily see is not an easy task though certainly worth-while as their tales were many and hilarious one and all.If you haven’t had the opportunity to see The Black Keys live, by all means make it happen. And for more, check out Quentin Tarantinos new flick “The Man with the Iron Fists” where The Black Keys and The Wu Tang Clan’s producer RZA collaborate to produce the hypnotic roller “Baddest Man Alive” which the guys also made a video for.
And until their next concert packed with all the high energy electric crescendos and thunderous reverberations they bring, I will have to make do with vibrating the windows of my house loose and being oblivious to the sirens sounding behind me while I drive. Well done boys.
Chris Frost is a regular senior feature contributor to LP Magazine.
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