The Countess Penelope of Arcadia once swore that should would make me say the following phrase: I don’t know, there’s just something about Jack White that makes me want to be a nineteen-year-old girl in a Go-Go cage again.
And of course, dear readers, if you read along, you’ll know that it wasn’t long before my conniving co-conspirator in crime convinced me through cunning coercion to utter the aforementioned phrase.
Truth be told, there was a time — just the once, darlings, don’t get your lurid imaginations in a stir — that I did dance in a go-go cage, as a favour to a friend who happened to be in a band. What can I say, darlings? I have a weakness for musicians.
Take Jack White, for example.
(Not a bad idea if I do say so myself.)
I do love me some Jack White. Whether it’s in The White Stripes, The Raconteurs, The Dead Weather, or solo, he blows my mind and sends shivers up and down my spine. There’s just something about him that makes me want to be a nineteen year old girl in a go-go cage again.
Oh, and then there’s this:
And how can you not want to shake your ass and toss your hair from side to side when you hear this?
Hell, he can even make bagpipes sexy:
Okay, now, here’s where he demonstrates that no one person should have this much talent. Fucking what the fuck, as the Countess would likely say — but sometimes, her eloquence rubs off on me, particularly when I’m at a loss for words, such as when faced with Jack White playing drums like he plays guitar — like a golden god.
The Dead Weather are coming out with their third album soon, I hear. It looks like 2014 is the year I finally sell that kidney for concert tickets.
And now, darlings, as this will likely be my last post until after Christmas (but who knows??), let me leave you with the coolest thing you’re going to see today as my Christmas present to you.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, and if we don’t speak until the New Year, may you reach it safely and memorably.
Your favourite dilettante,