I suggest turning this up while sitting by a camp fire and drinking beers with some close friends. I know it's cliche, but I'm gonna have to say Jacks music is some of the most haunting I've heard in a while. It permeates your brain, and stays with you wherever you go. I find myself humming "Misty Mountain Fever" while walking through the hot, dry streets of the east village.
Because, although I grew up in the same mountains Jack describes, I am forced to reside in the city. Only to day dream about a time when the mountains didn't seem so far away as they do now.
Thank you Jack, for making my summer a little more bearable.
P.S.
This guys impossible to find online. So just write him a letter on myspace about sending in money for his CD. Which I will guarantee, is completely worth the ten or so bucks to enjoy the awesomeness of Jack and the Whale. Not sure if he still does it, but the old CD's had homemade posters in them! Oooh, looks good on any flat surface ;)
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