365 project: "Sweepin the floors, open up the doors, Yeah turn on the lights, getting ready for the night"

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artist:jack Johnson
album:on and on

as far as I'm concerned, jack Johnson lived and died with bonnaroo experiences. as i have to jack Cd's in my collection, ill tell one story now, the story of how he came to life, and save the other, of his death, for another time.

i was never really a jack Johnson fan. id heard a few of his tunes on the radio, but i just never really understood the whole vibe, and couldn't really be bothered to give it enough mind to figure it out. i knew he existed, and that was about the extent of that.

he happened to be playing 'roo a few summers back, and as he was playing right before the headliner, pearl jam, a band i couldn't miss, we set up shop on a blanket in the grass and settled in for a long night of jam sessions. i was hanging out with a bunch of my favorite friends, the boy i liked, and about 90,000 of my favorite hippies. life was good.

jack Johnson took the stage, and we decided we were cold. friend went back to the campsite to get some jeans for both of us. after friend left, i texted her and asked her to bring back some other supplies, and this was the only time in my 31 years of life that i have ever asked for said supplies. at any rate, she came back, we put on our pants (i was really drunk at this point, and had been out in the sun all day, which didn't help, and could not for the life of me get my pants on. i remember it being really comical. i don't think the random phone call to ex about it was nearly as comical, though) and hung out.

i knew every single song of jack Johnson's few hour's long set. i was a mess by the end, and the night really did just get worse. i wanted to call my friend at one am TN time to tell her that i knew how her baby felt inside of her stomach because i was wearing my hoodie backwards and could kind of make out lights and the sound was muffled. yeah. that kind of night.

i did have fun, though. a lot of fun. it was one of those nights that ill probably always look back on fondly even if i don't speak to really any of those people anymore. and its the night that i learned that jack Johnson might not be that bad.