It’s strange.  Vivid memories of music are often reserved for particular moments in time.  A first kiss, a road trip with a friend, or even a night of camping.  Sometimes we remember musical moments because the artist is quite meaningful to us.  For instance, I remember the first time I heard “Come Down’ by Toad the Wet Sprocket.  I was working in a Target store in Brooklyn Center, MN, and the song came on the dreadful advert machine that displayed on all the salesfloor televisions.  I also remember where I was the first time I heard that Kurt Cobain died.

But Jack White and his music have never been particularly meaningful to me, so why do I have vivid memories?  The first time I heard a White Stripes song?  “Seven Nation Army” at a First Avenue dance night in Minneapolis.  The Raconteurs?  In a little parking lot on Prairie Island in Red Wing, MN.  And now, the first time I’ve heard Jack’s new music from the Dead Weather, a project including Allison Mosshart from The Kills and two more Raconteurs?  Right here, right now, on Borangutan.  It’s strange.

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posted March 12th, 2009 at 9:19 am Music News Dead Weather, Jack White