A Lovely (and savage) Contradiction in the Scale of Blues
By Mario Benito
He’s the most modern musician playing the oldest
music. The most primitive blues which through his hands and savage guitar pick — “the hardest he can find”— which he uses to strike the chords on a
plastic guitar, turns it into a thing of postmodernist magic with the
deconstruction of the newest sound of this new century.
In 2008, David Guggenheim made a documentary on
the different styles and instruments of three great rock guitarists titled It
Might Get Loud. The first images show us a strange looking young man, very
pale, white, dressed in 30s style from the last century...though not really as
such, but more like he reinvented the look himself, with a hat from that time
but worn like nobody would have worn it then. His very black hair against the
white face, long in the front and sides but short in the back, a girly
cut...but not really. He furiously strikes a chunk of splintery wood with
a hammer driving enormous nails between which he stretches a wire tight placing
between the wire and wood an empty Coke bottle. He also nails the centre part,
just below the wire, a copper spool tied around a magnet that is later connected
to an amp, and with a metal cylinder on his finger he begins to play the blues.
“Who says you need a guitar?”, he chides us looking into the camera. It’s Jack
White. The two other guitarists with whom to share experiences, guitars -
of course the guitars are not necessary, and not just a few, as we will see
later- and even songs, are: The Edge (lead guitarist for the globally
famous Irish group U2) and none other than Jimmy Page (if you
don’t know him, you might as well stop reading, of Led Zeppelin, indeed).
Jack White was born in Detroit 1975, centre of the
American auto industry and also Motown, centre of popular black music; a hard
place to grow up in, a city in continual decline, unending economic crisis
which got to the point of declaring bankruptcy in 2013. Even harder in the
marginal Mexican neighbourhood on the outskirts where his family lived. They
didn’t give him that name...so old yet modern that he has. Just the opposite of
what normally happens in the anglo-saxon world, John Anthony Gillis -
his real name - took the surname of his wife Meg White, with whom he
formed the outstanding group we will talk about today: The White Stripes,
with which he rose to fame and international recognition. No, it wasn't his
sister as he has said over and over again, it was his wife. And that was an
unheard of and original outcome, like everything he does, because it’s not
common to find a band with a woman drummer and a man on guitar and vocals.
Melodious at the top of your lungs. Yet still, the most surprising thing was
the brutal and powerful sounds the duo made, dressed in the latest and yet most
vintage fashion of flat colours: red, black, white...as solid as their songs.
21st century blues. Maybe the best of their generation.
The White Stripes formed in 1997, in Detroit of
course. Before that, he was working with his older brother (or one of them,
Jack is the youngest of 10, 7 boys, 3 girls) and got a guitar as payment for
helping on a house moving job. A Kay Hollowbody with a sound box - pure classic
blues guitar - from the 50s. He still has it, it’s his guitar, we can
see it in action, and especially listen to it in some songs on the
aforementioned documentary together with Jimmy Page and The Edge. With The White
Stripes he basically used a rarity in the form of a fibre-glass guitar (“a
hollow piece of plastic” as White defines it) red and white, in coordination
with the group, a JB Hutto Montgomery Airlines from the year 1964.
The sound that he gets out of that ‘piece of plastic’
is incredible. But he says he likes things difficult, that “it would be easy to
play with a Gibson or new Strat” and that “the evil you must fight in any
creative field is the easy thing”. He says he flees from technology because “
it’s the great destroyer of emotion and truth”, says the most modern; he says
he fights with his guitars, that he wants to convert his way of playing into a
battle — and does he ever do so — in a scrap with his guitar. And beats it.
And then there’s his other guitar. In the year
2005, without leaving The White Stripes, he formed another band, The
Raconteurs, together with Brendan Benson (vocals and guitar),
Jack Lawrence (bass, chorus) and Patrick Keeler (drums), the last
two also members of the band The Greenhornes. For them, rock
is somewhat more traditional and solid even though it’s likely to lose
that freshness and originality. And with them we see him play with a Gretsch
modified by himself and the help of luthier Randy Parsons of Seattle,
who added a double cutaway, three pickups instead of the 2 originals and even a
microphone for the Green Bullet harmonica!, which you must see him use for
those ripping screams he makes while he plays. It’s with The Raconteurs and
that guitar that he plays, considered by many, his best solo at the end of that
superb song on the album Broken Boy Soldiers, called Blue Veins.
Totally savage. So much so that there are recordings of him bleeding from the
fingers on his right hand, all over the guitar, through sheer force and passion
squeezing out chords, transmitting it to all those lucky enough to be at those
shows.
With The White Stripes he also played some songs on a
big beautiful red guitar with a sound box: a Crestwood Astral II, and for the
acoustic numbers he likes the forceful low notes of the Gretsch Rancher. Apart
from The White Stripes, which officially broke up in February 2011, and The
Raconteurs, in 2009 he put together another band in Nashville, where he
currently lives, with vocalist Alison Mosshart, guitarist Dean
Fertita, Jack Lawrence on bass, and White himself playing not just the
guitar but drums and vocals too, called The Dead Weather - so, in
a few years he formed 3 bands simultaneously - with which he used to play a
Gretsch Jupiter Thunderbird (the classic ‘Billy Bo’)in as weird a way as
everything else around Jack White.
Possibly the most amazing record of his career is Elephant,
recorded with The White Stripes in 2003. It’s his fourth effort with the band,
and whereas the 3rd, White Blood Cells (2001) was their first great
success, Elephant is recognition and especially the explosion of Jack
White as a guitarist. It starts off with Seven Nation Army, his biggest
commercial success to date - so much that it was even used by the Italian tifosi
(footy fans) to cheer on their team in the World Cup in Germany 2006,
po-po-po!- but it also includes Black Math, a kind of insane punk/blues
piece with very inspirational chorus which is almost a hymn, and especially
Ball and Biscuits, with another of his stratospheric solos, where not only
does he destroy the strings of his plastic guitar, but also the principles of
harmony, the pentatonic scale of the blues, and any other musical consideration...except
the beat. So powerful. Elephant is a masterpiece, in which the credits
read as follows: “No computers were used during the writing, recording, mixing,
or mastering of this record.”
In the last two years, Jack White has released 2 solo
records, Lazaretto (2014) and in 2012, a gem titled Blunderbuss,
where curiously there is more piano than guitar… a Fender Telecaster! Yes.
Anything that is extraordinary, is pure contradiction. And we can assure you
that what he does with it is anything but easy. Since he keeps hanging on to
his roots no matter what guitar he uses while he recalls and tells us that
nobody liked rock anymore in his deprived Detroit neighbourhood when he was a
teenager, hip-hop was the only thing they listened to, nobody wanted to play
the guitar...and he didn’t care. Jack White wanted to play the blues, destroy
the blues by blows, with his guts, and the result was pure blues because that
is precisely what blues is.
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