White said he hated the limitations society imposed when it came to relationships. “I’ve always felt it’s ridiculous to say, of any of the females in my life: You’re my friend, you’re my wife, you’re my girlfriend, you’re my co-worker,” he said. “This is your box, and you’re not allowed to stray outside of it.” I told him it sounded as if monogamy might not be for him, and he laughed. “You think?” he said. “I gave that up a long time ago. Those rules don’t apply anymore.
A rare opportunity to explore the enigma that is Jack White. The musician and occasional actor reflects on his life, from the early years as an altar boy, through his apprenticeship in upholstery, to international rock stardom with the White Stripes.
I want to hear him talk about Meg and how they came to be so badly. Straight from the horse’s mouth!
I’d be nice to do a project. We did a record with Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, and I asked her about the settee she always sits on — that famous couch. I said, “Man, I’d really, really love to upholster that thing for you.” And she said, “Ah, come on, Jack. If you’d’ve met me a month ago. I just had that thing reupholstered for the first time ever.” I got so mad. I almost wanted to tell her, “Can I just redo it? Can I rip it off and redo it?”