At some point during a (solo) 7 hour car ride, nothing on the iPod sounds good. Last Friday, I drove down to Delaware to visit friends (with a couple of side trips to Maryland and D.C.) and found that by hour 5, I was over everything on my playlist. I made time for Ira Glass and Isaiah Sheffer, but not even these gentleman could distract me from the two hours that still lay ahead.
And then, on the way back, as I robotically flipped from song to song (and podcast to podcast), I paused on “These Stones Will Shout,” by The Raconteurs (Jack White, Brendan Benson, Patrick Keeler and Jack Lawrence). Side note: check out Brendan Benson’s solo projects. He rocks. Back on track: So, I have the entire Consolers of The Lonely album and have listened to it many times, but for some reason I had forgotten about this particular track. It starts off (like the lyrics say) “sweetly” and then around 2:18 goes electric (with some heavy percussion for some added umph), as Jack White pleads with the object of his affections to speak up and let him know what’s going on, before “. . . before these stones below me . . . become violent.” The roughening of the music mimics his increasing frustration, the electric guitar gets nice and dirty and somehow, I’ve listened to it six times and am out of New Jersey, back in the Empire State, and only a few exits from home . . .