Number Eleven – White Stripes: I Can Tell That We Are Going to Be Friends
Thursday, December 11th, 2008by Peter Moore
Number Eleven – White Stripes: I Can Tell That We Are Going to Be Friends
There’s some base charm about the White Stripes from which there is no point trying to escape. Whether it’s the lumbering bass riff of Severn Nation Army, the Yankee Doodle blues of Hotel Yorba or the jumping piano of My Doorbell, each of them will grapple onto your head and burrow, like a determined ferret, into your mind.
Jack White may resemble an annoying Elvis imposter at gigs when he addresses the crowd like a circus ringmaster, but there are few people in the world that doubt his quality as a songwriter or musician. Anyone inspired to take to the fret board by The Stripes should probably start off with I Can Tell That We Are Going to Be Friends, a vivid recollection of those blissfully naive days in primary school.
It’s as dumb as a guitar riff could possibly be, but in that lies its attraction. It’s the alluring wooden spoon and tin pot appeal of the White Stripes.
