Perhaps there's some truth to Rob Sheffield's characterization of White as a minter of female rock stars—first with Meg White, then with Alison Mosshart for the Dead Weather, and a whole host of ladies on Third Man, his record label.In this way, he's still in control, diligently shaping them to fit into whatever feminine niche he picks, be it wild rock banshee (Mosshart) or cryptic goth chicks (The Black Belles).
He produced then-wife Karen Elson's record on his label and then played in her band, seemingly not trusting another soul with his wife's career.
The she-devil/my-baby-wronged-me viewpoint is an old one, marbled into the blues and rock musical traditions White's mined so fruitfully for so long.
I hope it is true love for Jack because she has basically ruined his career and his business.
Women have long been up to no good in the eccentric world of Jack White's songs.
During the opener "Missing Pieces," a girl figuratively amputates White's limbs.