Let's be honest here because we can.
We can because we are not bitter exes who've made fuck-fuck on each other with others and because within these digital pages, we truly care about feelings and frail psyches. Honestly, who here did not think way back in 1999 when the self-titled, debut album by the White Stripes that Jack White was some snot-nosed pretender of all things punk?
Well, I for one did. I certainly thought this kid was playing the Detroit card (read: Stooges, MC5, Death, etc...) a little too hard.
But, as most of my exes, who don't live in Texas, will tell you, I'm usually wrong about a lot of things. While I might not entirely be super privy to The Raconteurs and The Dead Weather, I am a pretty big White Stripes fan. No kidding, no hiding, no lying. I love 'em so much I've got most of their catalogue on both CD and LP.