About a week ago now, as I was walking home from work with my boyfriend I noticed this guy walking down the street. I looked at him and thought “gee, that guy looks like Jack White”. As he came closer and we crossed the road a bit more and this man was directly in my viewpoint, I grasped my boyfriends arm and tried to quietly yell “OMG THAT’S JACK WHITE”. He heard me, unfortunately and briefly looked over at us. I didn’t know what to do. He was with two other guys (one guy from Dead Weather). I didn’t have a pen/paper or a camera so what was I supposed to do? Go up behind him, tap him on his massive shoulder and tell him I’m a fan? So instead I convinced my boyfriend (who is not a fan) to follow him with me. So we followed him for about 6 blocks. They turned up one street and I followed until I was right behind him and then out of nowhere they turned around and it’s a possibility he noticed us again from before and realized we had followed them and not have said anything to them. So after almost ten years of admiring him, I got SO close to talking to him. Instead I walked behind him and imagined what I could have said to him. Sure it was lame not saying anything but I think it would have been worse if I muttered out something really lame. But it indeed was him because Dead Weather had a show the next night. What I gathered from that was he is a big guy, walks like a dude, fixes his hair a lot and PALE. 

So that weekend before that I was in New York and I saw Russell Brand in the East Village and Frank Black of the Pixies also in the East Village, THEN Jack White in MY neighbourhood. It was a start studded weekend.