Jack White Telling Tales

Fueled by Jack White in his new reincarnation in The Raconteurs. Holy shit I haven't blogged since the last months of my grad school days, as a form of procrastination before submitting my thesis. Then, it was under a nom de keyboard and nobody knew about my blog except a couple of random bloggers from Manila. there was willowtree, who's husband was a coke addict. and there was barquentine, who was a kindred spirit when it came to poring over every character and literary device in Mervin Peake's "Gormenghast" trilogy.

So, this post is about The Raconteurs. I've always liked the White Stripes and I kept on reading about The Raconteurs months ago when the album first came out. I listened, I liked, but nothing more than that. But I've been listening to it nonestop all day. It is fucking excellent. So many good tracks:

- brokey boy soldiers, obviously
- together, which is kinda hokey but sweet
- yellow sun, which works for me and my affinity with all things solar
- call it a day, which is just one of the best break up songs ever; second only to "the goodbye song" by the moldy peaches and "walk away" (and practically everything on the You Could Have it So Much Better album)


you want everything to be just like
the stories that you read but never write
you gotta learn to live and live and learn
you gotta learn to give and wait your turn