Remember back when Jack White was interesting, rather than just some sort of authenticity franchisee? When he was in the White Stripes?
Apparently those were the bad times:
In The White Stripes, it was impossible to share the good moments with Meg because she was very uninterested. If something nice happened, it wasn't like we would hug or have a drink. That wasn't what went on.Oh, poor Jack, being deprived of hugs. What a terror Meg sounds like, refusing to give you a high-five everytime you got the balance right on the left guitar channel.
"We would record a White Stripes song in the studio and it would be me, Meg and an engineer," he added. "So we would finish a mix of a song and I'd say, 'Wow! That's pretty good!' I'd look around and Meg would just be sitting there, and the engineer would just be sitting there."
He continued: "So it'd be sorta like, 'OK... Let's just move on to the next one.' It was just me by myself. But it was the best thing for me. It taught me a lot about trusting my gut."
You wonder if there's a counterside to this story - that, perhaps, by the time Jack had spent three damn weeks on the mix of a single track, that the joy had completely been sucked out the endeavour and maybe Meg and the engineer were just numbly waiting until they could go home. Just possible, isn't it?