So Little Jackie White is selling out and writing a song for coke. I’m not sure how much I care yet, maybe the song will be better than we think and negate the whole argument. If the rumors about his wife being pregers are true it’s totally fine, selling out when you have kids is OK to me. If the baby gets a college fund, D-town hipsters can just be quite. The guy is going a bit crazy, (some say this just the next phase of his Michael Jackson transformation) but the man did so much for that scene and the town he can have a pass on this one. Almost all my favorite bands have almost all done commercials now: the Clash, Malkmus, Flaming Lips, the Who, etc. It’s depressing yea, but I drink coke, too (red and white color scheme will not be wasted I’m sure. Go Red Wings).

But while I don’t care that much, it seems maybe Jack should maybe a bit more. Remember during the White Blood Cell era when GAP offered the Stripes a million dollars and Jack went around bragging about not taking it? Yeah well, we all end up doing stuff we wouldn’t expect.

By the way, how cool is it that Bob Odenkirk got Meg to play drums for some songs for the new comedy he’s directing, which stars Will “Gob” Arnet? How cool is it that Bob is getting to direct movies? I totally agree with his defense of Meg’s skills. Nobody talks about how the Coldplay drummer can’t play because he’s a dude, even though he has one beat too. People talked shit about Maureen Tucker too. Meg went to my high school and her mom was our librarian, so just because she’s the coolest person ever to come out my hometown and raises the whole pompous-ass burg up one notch, I love her. Go Norsemen.