“When I saw the White Stripes perform in 2002, Jack White was spectacular, soloing wildly from his knees and stalking between several microphones with frightening authority. But I couldn’t take my eyes off of Meg. Meg was the truth. Her playing was what made it acceptable for the White Stripes to cover Son House and claim that it was relevant in a contemporary context as a legitimate punk-rock gesture. Conversely, Meg White’s drumming also unmoored the White Stripes from any tangible sense of modernity. It felt both immediate and a million years old.”—Grantland: Jack White’s Meg White Problem
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Their entertainments were simple: growing strawberries and corn, fishing and hunting, listening to the radio or, as Mary loved to do, cataloging in the cabin journal the spring bloom, when baby blue eyes, lupines, poppies, monkey flowers, columbines and delphiniums flooded the meadow.
They started that journal in 1985. Jack posted his first entry on April 11: “Lupine in bloom and the smell was very strong and heady. … Weather just beautiful. Wish I could live here.”
Twenty years and one month later, he wrote: “One of Mary’s Dutch Iris bloomed today. It is just beautiful. If only she could see it. Maybe she can. She would love it. It looks like there will be possibly 3 doz more blooms. Yesterday was Dad’s birthday. He would be 141 years old. I love you Dad. I love you Mom. I love you Mary.”