Right on the heels of Beck’s birthday, I have to say it again to the world’s most talented 37-year-old (and, let’s face it, human), Jack White. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Mr. White.
Jack White is my guitar hero, my personal wordsmith, my rock god, my musical obsession. To me, everything he touches sounds perfect. You only have to browse around the site for a few minutes to see that he pops up everywhere. I. LOVE. This. MAN. So much.
And it’s his birthday! Hope it’s amazing for him. I will celebrate by listening to his gloriousness all day long. Thanks, Jack, for being a genius, for having insanely sexy eyebrows and incredibly good taste, and for being able to make my heart beat faster just by doing a little strummin’.
I am so happy he’s in this world, and I want his music to fill my ears forever. And yes, I would have his phone number written in the back of my Bible.
Some of my favorites:
This post was written by Tori.
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