With the whatever remained of our post-Tennessee legs, we hit Irving Plaza (sorry Fillmore, not ready yet) last night for an eardrum-rupturing, kick-ass Stripes show. Seeing Jack and Meg simultaneously give 80,000 people a conniption at Bonnaroo gave us a weird perspective for last night's infinitely more intimate experience; sure there are meatheads threatening to throw punches anywhere a fuzz ...