Okay, The Raconteurs are good and everything but the main reason so many people went to see them play in London this week is because of Jack White. As a rapper would say: “He’s one of the best that did it.”
There’s the amazing guitar playing, his superstar stage presence, and that cheeky grin coupled with a genuine intensity and soul that makes you think: “I wish he was my friend.” You can count on one hand the number of rock frontmen who make you feel like that.
Another BIG feature of Jack’s many talents is, perversely, never really mentioned in any of the articles the papers and magazines write about him. The reason?
Umm ... that HUGE FUCKING DICK?
A gay friend who witnessed the recent secret show at the Vinyl Factory in Poland St reported: “I’d read a rumour or two in NME about the size of his willy but when I came close to Jack and checked out this crotch, I saw a thing I can only describe as if like Hercules stuffed a Grand Piano into a sausage skin made out of iron.”
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