#449: The White Stripes, ‘Elephant’

V2/XL/THIRD MAN, 2003

I am currently in JFK airport standing up while drinking beet juice (which is fine) and feeling dissatisfied with everything I ate and wore and packed. So to avoid dumping too much on all of you about how my hair is both stuck inside the neck of my turtle neck sweater and also embedded in the very fine fibers of the sweater as if each unique and adventurous strand that has left my head is now identifying as integral fibers in the cotton/wool blend of my outer clothes. Wow, that sentence got away from me. I have no idea if I even finished that sentence or left you hanging on a very long clause headed to nowhere. 

I feel messy. 

So there are just a few things I would like to say. 

Thing 1: Meg’s voice is fun. Jack’s voice is fun. They are really bringing me back to Richard and Linda Thompson. They are rock and roll, folk and punk all wrapped up in a very fun relationship. Do you remember when we all thought they were siblings? How amazingly weird was that? I just want you to pause and think about intentionally telling your fans that your significant partner is indeed your blood-related brother or sister. It is equal parts gross and funny. I think that is the perfect recipe for punk. 

Thing 2: This album rocks. Every song is different and the storytelling is vivid. Truly. There is also some fun dialogue between Jack and Meg as different characters analyze their feelings. I want Jack to write a musical. 

Thing 3: I had never listened to this album before. This leads me to another segment of “Let’s talk about bands that remind me of ex-boyfriends.” There was too much baggage with Jack White and everyone I dated that I never felt courageous enough to dive in. Wonderfully, this listen didn’t transport me anywhere but here – the place deep within my body where I yearn for confidence and originality. Listening while walking through an airport made me feel somehow within the system and on the outside. I felt stronger than my surroundings and like I was in on the joke. What the joke is, I do not know. 

Good music does that – it makes you feel included. It makes you feel like you are inherently protected and understood by a community without ever having to prove yourself. There is no audition process, no application. It is just the decision to listen and then to apply it to your own yourself. 

This is good music. 

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