On “It Might Get Loud“…

1. Jack White‘s public persona can undoubtedly be described as “turd burglar”, but his penchants for tweed bowties and 1930s black man blues easily override this assessment. And despite his doughy, possibly anemic visage, I still find him more than a little hot.

2. The Edge is to music what molecular gastronomy is to cooking; the science of music and the science of cooking, respectively. Not that I expected it to, but this movie didn’t do anything to endear me to The Edge at all. Discounting the fact that the man has referred to himself as “The Edge” for all these years, his approach seems so cold and so scientific, without any of the passion and fire that drew me to music in the first place. In a word – ew.

3. I kind of want Jimmy Page to be my grampa.