In honor of their Canadian tour documentary, I am only listening to The White Stripes today.
Actually, I am only listening to The Stripes because I'm pissed at the world, and no one will ever make me feel better than Jack & Meg. Except maybe Rivers Cuomo.
It's really insulting when you post your resume on Craigslist, get excited for all the immediete responses, and then realize that half of them are trying to sell you something. And the other half want to film you naked. It's really awkward when you write for a small magazine, and can see your editor reviewing the (semi-ridiculous) email pitch you sent him from across the room. And then he doesn't respond.
Well, I'm off to work at a film screening, then watching excessive amounts of Six Feet Under with Jeremiah. I have to make time for a beer too: It's Bloomsday (and although I don't have the patience required for James Joyce, I'm a firm believer in Guiness). I have an interview tomorrow. Until then, it's 1234 take the elevator at the Hotel Yorba, I'll be glad to see you later. All they got inside is vacancy...
happy veterans day!
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The White Stripes make everything better. It's pretty much a fact.
the White Stripes still rock, even though Jack's become something of a pretensious wanker these days. Still a good songwriter though.
Are you referring to the mass amount of projects he takes on? His other bands have nothing on The Stripes, but the "pretense" they have comes from earnestness, in my humble opinion. The man's got blues in his blood.
p.s. It makes me ridiculously happy whenever someone uses the term "wanker."
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