Jack White
No Name
scum stats: wouldn't you like to know?
I can't say it any better than the countless number of fans already have, so let's get to the juicy part.
I'm giving away a copy of the rubber-stamped "No Name" at random to a comment posted here before midnight central time, August 8th.
Maybe your comment has something to do with names, or no names, or maybe it's just smart or funny or clever. Don't make me have to spell it out, jeez. I mean, if it's truly the best comment ever, maybe I dig out a test pressing of "No Name" for the winner. No pressure.
Preach!
Behind these screens, sure we have names, but the names are not who we are. We are blue room crowd surfing hip breakers, rare 7inch hand stamped hoarders, Insta Jack art collecting mothers and just good ol’ run of the mill super fans. We are limited bin, poster drawer shufflers, guitar toting criss-crossing the Midwest live music maniacs and horn blasting mustard plugging Detoit lovin old school ska punk farmboys. We are UK Nash transplanting Vescovo infected OG chaps Troo to our fanaticism. Meg lovin, Jack tracking, furniture ripping, baseball bat buying white swirlin’ suckers for all of it. What’s our names? Irrelevant, this music is sacred to all of us. It stitched us together with fuzz covered guitar licks that reverberate through our very being. We are gorilla farmed, organically created grass roots mother*****n super fans. They burned it to the ground, but the music was the common variable running through all of us and it couldn’t be stopped. #ThirdManAltVault
Judge
Jack, Jack, bo-back
Banana-fana fo-fack
Fee-fi-mo-mack
Jack!
What can I say to impress Blackwell so much he doesn’t have a choice but to pick my name… What could it be? Should I leave this to chance? Perhaps I could spam the shit out of the comment section so he wouldn’t have a choice… My percentage of success would surely improve…
What’s the perfect balance between spamming my way into a record and getting ban hammered into infinity?
Should I create a timeline where the record is in my posession? It would ensure Blackwells free will isn’t compromised.
All will be well.
I worked at an ice cream store in my teens. The store had a two for one deal for sundaes, Wednesdays only. I was working on a day that was not a Wednesday. In walks a customer asking for the sundae deal. I politely declined and told him we only offered that on Wednesday. He wasn’t happy and replied “Do you know who I am?” I told him I did not. He continued with something about me being too young to know him and laughed. He was right, I did not know who he was. But he made sure I knew he was Jerry Vale. May he rest in peace with all the sundaes he desires.
Try as I may, I’m not very clever or witty. But I can say this, if I win, this album will NEVER end up on some resale website!
This album is like if The White Stripes, The Dead Weather, The Raconteurs had a baby, and the father is Jack White
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet”
Some things need a name to describe them
Other things are so powerful that words do no justice.