Saturday, March 13, 2010

The last of the White Stripes




Seven or eight years ago I got to know this cute--and smart--girl who was the part-time secretary for another school. Her office was just down the hall. She had ambitions. And ambivalence.

One day we were talking about music and, the next day, she handed me a CD she had burned, something called "Elephant." "You'll love this," she said.

Well, she was right. Blew me away.

Jack and Meg don't seem to be together anymore. I think their little band--somehow that seems like the wrong word--is no more. But already it seems clear that Jack needs to play with Meg, needs that simple drumming, her peculiar presence, and her shy charms.

Was some kinda muse, I think. With her, he seemed always hungry, desperate, bizarre. Now, he's just a musician. Well, maybe he's more. But that old magic can be no more, I think. Strikes once, if you're lucky. Then no more. May as well go home and watch TV.

1 comment:

Erin! said...

Sadly, I think you're right, though the music was good while it lasted. I honestly don't think it would be the same if they got back together.

Roy's obituary in LA Times and Register: "we were lucky to have you while we did"

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