The White Stripes weren’t to everyone’s taste, and I loved that about them. They divided music lover and appreciators with their minimal sound and “the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist. And like that, poof. He's gone.” The White Stripes manufactured an entire persona and look to compliment the band while detracting from the fact that all they wanted to do was write a song as good as Son House's "Grinnin' in your face."
That is how I see the White Stripes, they were retrospective, but they looked at so many things that I love, I couldn’t have hated them. Even if I tried. That is why I thought I would say farewell to the duo from Detroit by using Jack’s own words, mine just aren’t good enough to do their influence on me justice…
“Words that are spoke alone
Phrases you will never hear,
Read it in the newspaper
Ask your girlfriends and see if they know,
You probably won't get what I'm going to do
I'm walkin' away from you
It probably don't make much sense to you
But I'm trying to save you
From all of the things that I'll probably say or do
And right now you could care less about me
But soon enough you will care by the time I’m done
I’m getting lazy
throw me a bone
Is there a way to find the cure for this
Implanted in a pill?
Is it just the name upon the bottle
That determines if it will?
No harm will come of this
one little midnight kiss,
It will not burn
so many lonely days,
I feel like a throw away
well, now it's my turn.
I got a funny feeling
that it's gonna work out,
A mirage, this garage
And a photo montage
And a finger massage from the host
Good lord, good lord
The one I adore
And I cannot afford is a ghost
Is a ghost
Blink, blink at me Rita
Don't you know I'm a bleeder?
And I promised I wouldn't lead her on
But she met me, then led me
And I ate what was fed me
'Til I purged every word in this song. “
And we're glad you got to purge your angst into a fistful of bluesy rock and roll Mr White. So that is my ode to Jack and Meg, but fear not Jack fiends, he’ll never stop producing music. We’ll still get our fix and if the last Raconteurs album, Consolers of the Lonely, is anything to judge his future outputs by, then bring it on. He is, after all, pretty good looking, for a girl.