I really feel as if I’ve just gotten news that close friend of mine isn’t with us anymore. That may be fucked up to say, but knowing that I’ll never see my favorite band for 6 years ever again really does hit me pretty hard.
Throughout any phase or whatever of music, I ALWAYS, always, listened to The White Stripes. I always respected Jack White and his abilities, and his concept he put together in The White Stripes. His wailing bluesy lyrics and Meg’s ferocious drumbeats. It synchronized in a way that can’t be repeated.
But they always felt like that friend who was always there, when all else fails. The one aspect of my growing up that was present and just perfect and meant the fucking world to me. And high on my goals in life, was to see them in concert. Once. It would be the experience of my entire life, without a doubt. But now it’s gone, and I don’t know what to expect now.