“Having a family, having kids, having a house: those are scary things for an artist,” says blues-rock oddball Jack White. an encounter.
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Juliana Liebert
Jack White doesn’t like being called, it seems. He postponed the interview date twice. “JW has come up with something important,” it says. At the beginning of July, the news suddenly came: White can be spoken to backstage in the Verti Hall in Berlin in an hour. In real. He’s on time this time. He’s a lot bigger than he looks in photos. Has a drink in hand, either Coke or Coke and something. Ice cubes rattle as he jovially rushes into the room, unaware of any guilt. Postponed interviews? “Ooooh nooo, really?” In any case, he, Jack White, knew nothing about it. He, Jack White, would never make life difficult for anyone.