Because it’s late and I’m so tired that somehow even my feet are actually sleepy, I’m not going to tell you very much about the White Stripes show at Roseland tonight. One of the highlights, however, included Jack pausing not once but twice in the middle of Boll Weevil to tell off some dumbass crowdsurfers up front, directly behind me. (Keep in mind that crowd surfing at a White Stripes show is comparable to moshing at, say, an Indigo Girls show.) The first time he just stopped playing until the offender had been thrown out, but when two more people tried to follow suit, he marched to the front of the stage and told them to get the fuck out. “I’m sick of you fratboy motherfuckers showing up and squishing heads in the front. Now, are we going to have a good time or are we going to have a fucking good time?” The fratboy motherfuckers were ejected by security, and the rest of us affirmed that we were indeed there to have a fucking good time.