And after jokes in ill taste about anorectics, I might as well report my dawning realisation from watching Meg's penchant for hiding her left arm from sight behind her back while playing one-handedly:
Could it be that, like many American teenage girls***, she saw and heard Def Leppard in the eighties just a bit too often? Maybe she thinks it ought to be like that and her whole drumming approach is a politically correct (just like me!) hommage to Rick Allen?!
That wasn't fair on Rick, whether with three, two, one or no arm(s), he can play paradiddles around Meg with his toes. And Ian Paice once said - before the accident - that Rick Allen was a very talented drummer, so he must be in my book.
The White Stripes had naive charm, I'll miss them a little bit. The Raconteurs are a logical progression and Dead Weather is to my ears a little mannered in attempting to defy traditional rock listener expectations and sounding off-the-wall. It has its moments though.
***Taylor Swift said Def Leppard was her "favorite rock band" too!
