So my beautiful wife is at a conference in Wichita, Kansas, to close out the week, and every time she mentioned it, I would lay down the line dun dun dundun dun dun dun:
For a long time, I thought the song was called “Wichita”.
You know, about that era, I had print subscriptions to Spin, Maxim, FHM, GQ, and even Playboy for a year or two . I was staring down the barrel of turning thirty, and I was probably still steeped in both kinds of music (country and western) at the time. So I desperately sought information on what kids those days (which is to say, people who were just a couple years younger than I was) were listening to and, I guess, wearing, although I really never have been a fashion plate. But I remember the White Stripes were on the cover of Spin. As were the Black Keys, I’m sure, and I didn’t pay enough attention to be able to tell them apart.
At any rate, now that their music is “oldies,” not that music is allowed to be oldies these days, I’ll give them some consideration. Because whenever I let YouTube run on and present me new music, I am beginning to wonder if it’s a real band or if it’s AI. And by plumbing the past with actual bands I heard of back then, maybe I’ll find something else new to me.
But I’m not going to like Pearl Jam or Green Day. That’s out of the question.
