The White Stripes: Rock and Rollís Future
by Ryan Adams

There is a brutal storm of American rock and roll tearing ass across the United States and Europe. His name is Jack. Her name is Meg. You may know them as the White Stripes.

The first time I saw them was in Austin, Texas, on a hot night in a small club where I prayed I wouldn't pass out. I did the opposite. I woke up from the longest sleep. I wanted to explode. I wanted to eat crack pipes and dance with the voodoo bones of the dead. The White Stripes do weird shit to you. They make you want to get fucked up and make out. I made my way to that river that runs through Austin and smoked a joint and thought about how I to become a better musician, and if there was any way I could achieve anything close to the greatness I had witnessed. Since then, I never looked at my guitar the same. Hell if I've ever touched a drum the way Iíve wanted to. The White Stripes changed my life, and that means they changed the world.

The next time I ran into them was at the London Astoria. The crowd was wired. The Von Bondies opened and blew minds. They were the Stooges and the X-Ray Spex blasted backward through a jet engine.

Showtime: Enter the White Stripes. Opera. Riot. Exit the White Stripes.

I made my way backstage and was greeted so graciously by Jack that I blushed beyond recognition. He said he couldn't believe I had made the show. I was shocked he knew who I was. I thought they'd think I was cheesy because they're so hip. We spoke of Emmylou Harris and Son House. Then, there she was. Hidden behind a pile of couch and Jameson was Meg. My heart sped and her friends tugged at her sleeve like we were in a schoolyard. I had called her "maybe the most beautiful woman I have ever seen" in a magazine and thanked her for saving rock on my album credits. No reason to be shy. After awkward glances I motioned to leave and she stood, all five-foot-something and total badass. We spoke. Midwestern. Patient. Unbearably cute.

The White Stripes don't have to do a single thing to move the walls anymore. They shake my house. They break my hurricane.