Jack White
That's How I'm Feeling b/w You Got Me Searching
scum stats: minimal amount on tri-color, decidedly more on black
HELL YES ADD ANOTHER PIECE TO THE PUZZLE!
Who loves non-album b-sides?
I do, motherfucker, that's who.
And this one, boy, is it a doozy. I'm seeing reviews likening it to AC/DC or, um, Lenny Kravitz, but to me, this one is 100% Jimi Hendrix insanity the likes of which I've never heard burning off of Jack's fingers in the more than thirty years I've been listening to him shred.
Why isn't this on the album? I have no idea and frankly, more killer songs like this, whatever format they end up released as, is a-ok to me.
So comment here before midnight central time on Thursday November 21st and I will pick ONE commenter to get a handy-dandy free copy of this TRI-COLOR version of the record. Remember tri-colors? It's been a minute, always happy to lay these tasty treats on you fans.
What should the comment be? Shit, you tell me. I'm easy. Have fun, be funny, be different, be interesting. DO NOT USE AI OR CHAT GPT I CAN TELL YOU LAZY SODS.
Let the games begin.
The single hospital corner wrapped Now and Later beckoned to me, harkening back to the days of red rubber kickballs on pitted asphalt blacktop. This specific bundle of yummy, well, it had those sharp dried out edges while still chewy. On a scale of chewy to not chewy this hit the sweet spot, you know the spot. My delicate old man teeth sunk into it releasing an explosion of middle school memories. Another chew equally as satisfying and my mouth watered with delicious grape flavoring. Another chew brought me to my knees as I crunched down on the crown from my rear left molar that had been pulled free and was now secretly embedded in the wad of grape gooey goodness. As if final Mortal Kombat boss Shao Khan commanded the candy to “FINISH HIM”, that final bite sent the New Madrid fault line slicing through my opposing tooth down far below the gum line. How do I know it was below the gum line? Because the exhaling scream that came from the darkest Camel-no-filter-tar-laden depths of my lungs told me so, as its steel toe skanked across the exposed nerves while spilling out of my mouth. So if you ask me how I’m feelin’… That’s how I’m feelin right now.
Well I’m Detroit bored and razed (it’s true, I am!)
and I’m so lost without this B side. Don’t troll me, BB.
I’m always a sucker for non-album B-sides. Some of my favorites aren’t on any standard album (“I Don’t Even Know Myself” by The Who, “Trouble In Mind” by Dylan, “Sick City”’by Elton John, friggin’ “Rain” by The Beatles (!), etc.). Makes me wonder why artists don’t put out many 7”s anymore. It’s a no-brainer in my opinion.
Help me create an engaging and humorous comment that will get noticed and help the nice man decide to give me the gorgeous and sweet sounding prize. hits enter
I just learned a new, fucking fantastic word — Ultracrepidarian
Nice chin dude! I have a chin, but it doesn’t even come close to the majesty of your chin!
Ben, I saw part of your 45 RPM collection on a video somewhere (I am jealous by the way) and for you to give a jewel like this away to one of us is a “doozy” in itself!!! I would love to add this one to my collection as I found TMR late, after the tricolors were no longer made. Who knows, this record is so tri-sexy, (aurally, tactically & visually) I may get laid if my wife gets to see, touch and hear it too. You could make my two-fer fantasy come true!!!!!
I think we have the same haircut.
You Got Me Searching under the cushions of stranger’s sofas, I will get lucky one day, That’s How I’m Feeling!!!
I saw Hendrix at the Shrine Auditorium in 1968. Does that make me too old to want this record?