Jack White: la mia espressione

Artista: Jack White (White Stripes, leader)

Titolo: Blunderbuss

Anno: 2012

Genere: rock, blues, rock che suoni nel garage

La frase: "Per molto tempo ho evitato di pensare a dei dischi da far uscire come solista, ma è come se queste canzoni potessero uscire solo a mio nome. 

Le ho scritte partendo da zero, non hanno nulla a che fare con niente o nessuno che non siano la mia propria e personale espressione".

Tracce: 13

Best tracks: Sixteen Saltines, Love Interruption, Blunderbuss

Tracklist: 

1. Missing Pieces
2. Sixteen Saltines – 2:37
3. Freedom At 21
4. Love Interruption – 2:36
5. Blunderbuss
6. Hypocritical Kiss
7. Weep Themselves To Sleep
8. I’m Shakin’
9. Trash Tongue Talker
10. Hip (Eponymous) Poor Boy
11. I Guess I Should Go To Sleep
12. On And On And On
13. Take Me With You When You Go

Altri gusti come questo: The White Stripes, The Raconteurs, The Dead Weather, Alabama Shakes, The Black Belles, The Kills

Impressioni di una cipolla: sound molto frizzante e ovviamente "rockeggiante", che dire mi piace.

Se pensavate che la musica fosse morta, allora vi sbagliate, e a farvi ricredere c'è Jack White che ha fatto o fa parte di tre band, la più importante?

The White Stripes.

Un album perfetto da ogni punto di vista, non mi lascia insoddisfatta.

Video fuori di testa, come quello in cui sono i bambini a comandare, con dita mozzate e altre schifezze offerte dalla casa.

Parlo di Sixteen Saltines.

Maneggia la chitarra mentre beve un caffè e sfoglia una rivista.

E se sei triste questa è la musica che mette su.

Addirittura somiglia a un giovane Johnny Depp, guardandolo da molto lontano.

E se per caso la chitarra vi stanca, don't worry, c'è anche il pianoforte e tanti altri strumenti.

E se anche il rock sfrenato non vi attizza, c'è sempre Love Interruption.

La nascita di questo album era da far rievocare al 2008 quando insieme ad Alicia Keys scrisse un pezzo per il film Quantum of Solace chiamato Another Way to Die, è qui che l'album da solista comincia a nascere, un primo accenno di sound.

Trovo l'album perfetto, pieno di suoni diversi e concordi tra loro, grande White.

Finalmente esprime le sue potenzialità da solista, che non sono poche.

Bellissimo album.

Cipollaquotes: "I want love to 

roll me over slowly
stick a knife inside me,
and twist it all around.
I want love to
grab my fingers gently 
slam them in a doorway
put my face into the ground
I want love to
murder my own mother 
and take her off to somewhere
like hell or up above.
I want love to
change my friends to enemies, 
change my friends to enemies
and show me how it’s all my fault.
I wont let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
I wont let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
Yeah I wont let love disrupt, corrupt, or interrupt me anymore.
I want love to
walk right up and bite me
grab ahold of me and fight me
leave me dying on the ground.
And I want love to
split my mouth wide open and
cover up my ears, 
and never let me hear a sound.
I want love to,
forget that you offended me
or how you have defended me, 
when everybody tore me down.
Yeah I want love to
change my friends to enemies, 
change my friends to enemies
and show me how it’s all my fault.
Yeah I wont let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
I wont let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
I wont let love disrupt, corrupt, or interrupt me anymore".

(Love Interrupted)

"It's a bust folks

I'm not eating egg yolks
The old lady just kicked it
Like an ice cream cone she licked it
Bust your chops like a gecko
Just enough to let go
You might wanna hold back
Forp
It's a bust folks
I'm not eating egg yolks
The old lady just kicked it
Like an ice cream cone she licked it
Four triangles make a square
These are geometrical shapes
Backpacks are advertised on this
Insight into the mind
It's a bust folks
I'm not eating egg yolks
The old lady just kicked it
Like an ice cream cone she licked it
Go back to school
Break neck pace
Happy birthday".

(Blunderbuss)

"She's got stickers on her locker

And the boy's number's there in magic marker
I'm hungry and the hunger will linger
I eat sixteen saltine crackers then I lick my fingers
Well every morning I deliver the news
Black hat white shoes and I'm red allover
She's got a big mailbox, that she puts up front
Garbage in garbage out, she's getting what she wants
Who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous of who?
If I get busy then I couldn't care less what you do
But when I'm by myself I think of nothing else
Than if a boy just might be getting through and touching you
Spike heels make a hole in a lifeboat
Jumpin' and waving, I'm talking and laughing as we float
I hear a whistle, that's how I know she's home
Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home
Force fed, force mixed 'till I drop dead
You can't defeat her, when you meet her you'll be what I said
And Lord knows there's a method to her madness
Bustin' those jokes as I float in a sea of sadness
She doesn't know but when she's gonna sit and drink up a few
I'm sure she's drinkin two, but wondering what for and who
And I'm solo rollin'. I'm one side off the boat.
Looking out, throwing up, a lifesaver down my throat
Who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous of who? (x3)".

(Sixteen Saltines)

Voto: 75/100