"All the words are goin' bleed from me and I will sing no more..." sang Jack White on the the band's first major single "Seven Nation Army." A prescent moment for the musician, singing about the end at the beginning of his stardom. But there it was, as their star was rising an awareness of its eventual fading. And so goes the incredible years of this major pop-rock act.

Accomplishing six albums and over a decade of tours, Meg and Jack White made the magic happen for a good run. They were my favorite radio band to listen to. I liked their albums just fine, but found the tender little morsels of their two-minute pop songs played best when stacked up on the radio playlist. Sort of like Prince, whose music I also prefer in small doses, The White Stripes put out really great songs. Like tiny, perfect moments amid all the noise.

It's sad to think the passion and intensity those two create together musically won't happen again, but Jack White undoubtedly will make more music. There was something distinct about the music he made with Meg. It was, at times, sublime. 

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