ABSTRACT
As a teen, … he learned to value hard work and honesty, hungering for authenticity with a passion lacking in his irony-soaked generation. When it came time to offer up his artistic vision, Jack chose an ancient instrument, the guitar, to perform a sacred music, the blues. While his contemporaries gravitated to computer beats and, as he puts it, “video games and marijuana bongs,” he denied himself such slothful indulgences. He denied himself all kinds of things, in fact: the ease of mixing an album on an iMac, the convenience of a cell phone, or a bass player. … “I get punished for my honesty,” Jack White says.
