The Thin White Ego
by Kevin K.
Via Tiny Mix Tapes we see that the White Stripes’ Jack White has been getting a little batty about the tepid response to Get Behind Me Satan on his unnavigable psuedo-blog:
“What a funny album, coming from divided critics to supposed disappointing sales, to going platinum in several countries, to making most critics top ten lists, to winning a Grammy. That’s funny right? When that happens pitchfork has to call spin to confer on whether to ignore or make fun of it They lose perspective, the sewer workers below their lower east side Manhattan hipster bar out smarts them every time. They all play a coward’s game. Only one side to their playground. Such an easy fight that way. The faceless opinion of print and the internet. What is it teaching all of us? Back when there was a time when we had great writers, and respected journalists who had earned their position as tastemakers, and won peoples’ respect with their knowledge and insight, it was much easier to understand a written opinion because at least you knew who it was coming from. Now those printed opinions are probably coming from the person sitting next to you in the mall. Why should you care about their opinion? Why shouldn’t you? … Personally I go to senior citizen community centers for my dose of editorial. At least I know those people have lived long enough that they deserve respect. Critics are the only public expression that isn’t “allowed” to be critiqued. Be careful children, you don’t have to listen to all those opinions out there, and not even this one you are reading. Remember the person’s opinion you are reading probably knows less about less about the topic you are interested in than you do.”
Children, you could dig deep into the psyche of White and come up with some really juicy stuff (he also accuses veteran garage rocker Billy Childish, who has been recording since White was 4-years-old, of plagiarism), but it’s much easier to just point to the part (with a snicker or three) where he chest-thumps about his Grammy—the most embarrassing award to win next to a Razzie—and finally understand how Renee Zellweger could go from dating Jack to marrying Kenny Chesney. Mystery solved.
Everytyhing he says there is right, though.
Yeah, why don’t you address the points he actually makes here instead of focusing on the irrelevant tabloid fodder? Taking him down over his “battiness” and Grammy “chest-thumping” is only dodging the issue.
It sure was a treat to see anonymous and Anonymous stopped in to comment. Doesn’t Brooklyn have an aA chapter for pussies too nervous to even hide behind a unique web pseudonym?
Anonymous, still waiting for you to set up that blog.
You are so right Spoodie O. Spoodie O. you are a brave and forthright Spoodie O. Everyone tell Spoodie O. that he is the man next time you see him.
Identity is overrated.
So are IP trackers.
So are bus station pests.
I hadnt seen that yet. Thanks for posting. That’s on par with some of the message board posts ryan adams has left over the years.