The Stripes announced yesterday via their website that the band is ending, and will not “…make no new recordings or performing live.” I just don’t know what to do with myself!
But, why?! This may come as little surprise to some, noting Jack’s frequent involvement in outside projects including The Raconteurs and Death Weather. The post goes on to say, “It is for a myriad of reasons, but mostly to preserve What is beautiful and special about the band and have it stay that way.” Fitting, I think, considering that so many big-name acts either fizzle out well after they should have quit, or end in a blaze of public fights and binge this-or-thating. Thating. That-ing. “…-that”ing. That’ing. I hate when I make up a word and can’t spell it. I digress.
The press release ends with a personal quote from Jack and Meg, just after admonishing fans to meet this news with hope and joy, further cementing their musical legacy, having had a hand in revitalizing dirty, bluesy guitar rock and some darn good tunes.
“The White Stripes do not belong to Meg and Jack anymore. The White Stripes belong to you now and you can do with it whatever you want. The beauty of art and music is that it can last forever if people want it to. Thank you for sharing this experience. Your
involvement will never be lost on us and we are truly grateful.”
Quite poignant, if you ask me. The idea that music does not solely belong to the artist has always been compelling to me, and I’m glad to see that Meg and Jack feel this way. They’re right; music- actually, any art- that personally touches, inspires, compels, convicts, concusses and contributes to the greater social landscape, is really more than art for the sake of art; it becomes alive. In any case, this band has done more than just make profitable music: they’ve changed how we make, produce, play and appreciate music.
Thank you, Jack and Meg.