The New Yorker and Jack White

I read a lot of magazines - Paste, Vanity Fair, Dwell, National Geographic, Consumer Reports, etc... but the magazine I've been reading the longest is The New Yorker. It's a great magazine because it doesn't write down to its readers and assumes they have brains, which is a nice change from what passes as news/media these days. Every now and then, however, I'll read something in the magazine that makes me want to regurgitate. In an old article about Jack White, Sasha Frere-Jones wrote the following:

O.K., Jack, you’re a genius. You could write a hit underwater. But why not bring in a producer like Rich Harrison, write a killer bridge, and get Christina Aguilera to sing the chorus with you? That’s certainly what the song seems to be striving for.

That's like asking Al Pacino to work with Barney. They both do their jobs well, but they have two jobs that should never ever cross paths.

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