Can Jack White save music? No, Jack White cannot save music. Generally, the public's taste just isn't that good. But he can save my type of music. And he is.
I landed at LAX on Friday afternoon, and as per out-of-state residency requirements, my first stop was In-N-Out burger. I met up with my old buddy, Jeopardy Paul, and proceeded to dig in. Animal Style juices running down my chin, I checked a text on my cell phone. It was from @ThirdManRRS. It said, "Jack White B show. B there. B square. Mariachi Pizza. Boyle Heights. 3:30 p.m." The time of the text was 2:34 p.m. I didn't even know where Boyle Heights was, let alone a Mexican pizza joint. The Double Doubles went in the trash, and we ran to the car.
I had been following Jack White's B shows for the past week. Chicago's was a small record store, and Denver's had been at an automotive parts shop. But a pizza joint, East of the L.A. River? We hopped on the 10 and headed for downtown. There just isn't any way to get anywhere in L.A. on a Friday afternoon. From Venice, it was a 20-mile and possibly hourlong drive to our destination. We were gridlocked and split time zigging and zagging and making good use of the shoulder.
