On The Break Up Of The White Stripes

Glorious Noise gained notoriety by becoming the first outlet to check the public records of a Michigan courthouse to dismantle any notion of Jack and Meg White’s sibling status. Instead, they showed readers that the two were actually husband and wife at one point-their bio sheet façade reduced to just another broken marriage.

It was a mutual love of rock and roll that kept them together. Think for a moment all of the bands that had an internal love connection and then think of how many of them managed to withstand the break-up.

Remember how shitty Heart got after the Wilson/Fisher relationship ended?

What about Jagger/Richards?

I saw the White Stripes once. It was a New Year’s Eve show in Chicago and I was with my ex-wife while thinking a lot about my current wife. It’s a long story, but the short of it is how the White Stripes have the dubious distinction of being the soundtrack to a break-up and the beginnings of a new relationship.

There are certain songs and bands that I still cannot listen to because it reminds me of my failed marriage. The White Stripes were not one of them. They were the epitome of rock and roll music, stripped to the bone of pretention and proving that the basic backbone of rock music could still find a viable place in an era where such huge musical statements like Kid A or The Soft Bulletin were the rule of the day.

And because of that primitivism, I cannot associate the basic building block of rock and roll with a period of depression.

Maybe they couldn’t either. The story goes that nobody was really sure if Meg would even show up for the first White Stripes gig after the divorce was final. And when she did show up at the last minute, it’s been said that it was one of the best shows of the band’s career.

The show that I saw was great-not revelatory like I was expecting-but an event nonetheless. There was the red and white color scheme. There was the positioning of the duo-the two ex-spouses parked directly in front of each other-where Meg barely took her eyes off Jack.

And then there was the recovery of White’s index finger-yes, a source of real concern that year-as we pondered if his guitar skills would be adequate after a car accident that broke his finger. He was fine as it turned out, ‘cept for a few bits of sloppy soloing and rushed chords.

I’m one who loved Meg’s playing too. The entire notion of a limited percussionist just appealed to me. It reminded me of R.L. Burnside who had some shaky rhythms behind him. The difference, of course, is that Meg was a chick drummer in a band that was visually stunning, drawing your attention into the duo and realizing that the drummer really isn’t doing much beyond keeping time.

My favorite albums are the early ones, but I appreciate how far they went with such a limited lineup. “Conquest” is my son’s favorite White Stripes song and my wife’s would probably be “Icky Thump” or “Seven Nation Army” because those were the ones that made it on to rock radio.

In that respect, maybe it was the best decision to call it a day. The White Stripes would ultimately be even farther removed from their dirty revival albums and become more of an opportunity to release a misstep.

Instead, they will be remembered fondly for their adhesion to the basic principles of rock music, the idea that you don’t need much to bang out a memorable racket. And if you’ve got some passion behind that racket and a great look to promote it, you may be able to reach the same heights that the White Stripes were able to achieve in their woefully short career.

The Raconteurs-Broken Boy Soldiers

So I guess it’s cool to bash Jack White now, just like it’s cool to come across as nothing more than a N.M.E. writer; build a band up (read: hype) and then revel in the glory of knockin’ ‘em back down to the hardwood floors they slept on when they were young ‘n hungry.
No matter what anyone does or says to try to convince me otherwise, I’ll be a Jack White fanboy if only for the fact that the fella does his homework and executes what he’s absorbed in a completely credible and believable fashion.
Take his recent work with The Raconteurs as an example: their debut Broken Boy Soldiers is a hastily developed “supergroup” that’s firmly (at least for now) entrenched in an era of rock that spawned hastily developed superrock. If you’re scratching your head at the idea of what “superrock” is, then you’re spending way too much time on it; put down your dictionary, learn a few chords, and write a song, motherfucker.
‘Cause it seems that what White and Brendan Benson have done with Broken Boy Soldiers, which may be one of the year’s best albums because it doesn’t pretend to be one of the year’s best albums.
It recalls a period of rock where bands started testing the limits of their sonic delivery without understanding that, just a year or two prior to this, they learned the chord progression of “Louie Louie.” And I, for one, love it when a band with serious limitations on their music ability pretends that they don’t have any limitations on their music ability.

The thing is, Jack White is extremely talented at two things: writing lyrics and playing the electric guitar. But he’s also extremely talented at music appreciation. So he let’s his buddy Brandon handle half of the songwriting credits and merely adds a ton of clever guitar licks and a bunch of bitchin’ abandon. It’s a fun record, to the point where you can overlook such retarded prose like “I’ve got a rabbit, it likes to hop/I’ve got a girl, and she likes to shop” (“Intimate Secretary”).
So yeah, White doesn’t have to try very hard to shine throughout this thing, but you’ve got to appreciate the fact that he keeps trying to hide behind a big electric guitar to avoid the spotlight.
Best of all, the album cuts away at any of the pretension that Get Behind Me Satan may have had on some fans by clocking in at barely over a half hour and by barely hiding the fact that a lot of time and effort weren’t spent on worrying about what you or I think of Broken Boy Soldiers. Instead, a lot of time and effort was spent in simply having a good time making rock and roll. Which, of course, is exactly what a lot of bands need to start doing in the first place.