When she started to play drums with me, just on a lark, it felt liberating and refreshing. It was my doorway to playing the blues, without anyone over my shoulder going, “Oh, white-boy blues, white-boy bar band.” I could really get down to something.
Do you think the brother-sister thing was a miscalculation — that you overdid the mythmaking?
Did you worry about how you would perform those songs live? I was in high school when I first heard the Flat Duo Jets.
Jack soon found that underground cool came at a price. “Then our second album  came out, and it was ‘Oh, they’re not that good anymore.’ When we hit the mainstream, I had to go through that game all over again, on a worldwide scale.” Jack may be a reluctant star, but he is a fireball in conversation.
Then I show it to Meg, and it’s like, “OK, how can we do this onstage? Are there times when Meg’s style of drumming is too limiting — that you can’t take a song as far as you’d like to go? I never thought, “God, I wish Neil Peart was in this band.” It’s kind of funny: When people critique hip-hop, they’re scared to open up, for fear of being called racist.