Yeah... I feel like he kind of wanted to escape from the character he had created for himself in the stripes. That is, it's quite obvious he's not just himself when he's playing with Meg... I think the perfect example of this is how, whenever he plays a Stripes show, he never uses his normal speaking voice when on stage. He always forces sort of a Black man's New Orleans accent.
He's still sort of the center of attention within the Raconteurs though, just on the basis that the White Stripes are really the only garage-punk band from the Mid-West to recieve attention on a national level. Too bad, actually. I think the Greenhornes have such a cool sound.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
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