Sorry if I’m kind of yelling but my ears are still ringing from last night’s Raconteurs concert at City Hall.
What a night! What a fantastically loud night! Man, am I old. I haven’t been to a stand-up-steep-myself-in-cigarette-smoke-wallow-in-the-abject-sound concert since . . . I can’t even remember when. Rick James in 1980? Buddy Holly in 1958? That Mozart Rocks Vienna thing in 1784?
I think I’ve talked with you about Beck and my undying admiration of Beck. But I don’t think you’ve really gotten the Ann Shayne earful about Jack White. Let’s fire up the old YouTube and see what we can dig up . . .
Jack White is always up to something interesting. When he’s not looking a teeny bit like Michael Jackson, he is one of those protean guys who does things like make a two-person band with his ex-wife/drummer-Meg-who-he-sometimes-claimed-was-his-sister. The White Stripes. A lot of sound coming out of two humans.
There’s a ballet in London right now that draws on White Stripes songs.
Jack White appeared in Cold Mountain as a troubadour. Renee Zellweger dated him somewhere in there.
He produced Loretta Lynn’s comeback album Van Lear Rose which is just divine. Here’s their duet of “Portland, Oregon”:
He wrote a song for a Coca-Cola ad which ran in Australia:
He moved to Nashville this year from his hometown of Detroit because he said Detroit was too full of negativity. Maybe I’ll run into him at Bread & Co.
He thinks red, black, and white are the most powerful colors in the universe.
He named his new baby Scarlett.
His new band, the Raconteurs, is probably friendlier than the White Stripes, but every bit as loud.
He got indy director Jim Jarmusch to make the video for their first Raconteurs single, “Steady as She Goes”:
Crank your computer up to 11 to hear this, and that’s what last night was like, only without the cows.
I’m telling you all this because Jack White is inspiring my knitting an awful lot these days. And you thought there would be no knitting to be found in this post . . .