If only that guitar would fall and hit him in the penis.
He's playing UCLA. The fields where they have the JazzReggae fest. I am ashamed to be an alumnus now.
Those fields would be awesome for a small-scale indie rock festival...
10/21 The Paranoyds, The Molochs @ Non Plus Ultra, 11/21 Jhene Aiko @ Avalon, 11/22 Warpaint @ Observatory, 12/16-18 Day for Night
I jsut got the Email, Deleted it as quick as I could
Wow- Remember when KROQ was actually good? Sad...
2008, 2009, 2011, 2012-2, 2013-1, 2016-2
this review was too funny. I couldn't tell if the guy liked the show or just made fun of it the whole time...
Jack Johnson keeps it cool at DTE show
Adam Graham / Detroit News Pop Music
On Wednesday, during an unseasonably cool June evening, Jack Johnson brought out an unusually relaxed vibe to a sold-out DTE Energy Music Theatre.
The capacity crowd of more than 15,000 was pumped up to chill out to the laid-back sounds of the perennially mellow Johnson, one of the decade's most unlikely pop heroes. Johnson -- a surfer and filmmaker (he makes surf films, natch) who hails from Hawaii -- is so laid back, in fact, he makes fellow professional beach bums such as Kenny Chesney and Jimmy Buffett look like high-strung worry warts.
Johnson, who was dressed in a long sleeve T-shirt and jeans and looked like he had just wandered onto stage after watching the game backstage with his buds, is like that guy you knew from your dorm floor freshman year in college, the one who always whipped out his guitar at the end of the night and let you share his beer. He was cooler than you and there was nothing you could do about it, but you showed no animosity toward him because at heart he was a really good guy, and when it came down to it there was nothing to dislike about him.
Indeed, there's little to dislike about Johnson, since he stands for good times and to oppose him is to oppose good times. But you sometimes wish for a little more excitement, a little more life, a little more charisma from live performers, and Johnson doesn't have it. While his mood was always cool and casual, it never rose above or broke through that limiting barrier.
Throughout his 1-hour, 50-minute set, songs bled into one another one after the other, and were often undistinguishable from what came before or after, save for the general air of pleasantness they all shared.
On the backdrop behind him and his three-piece band, six video screens -- arranged to look like picture frames -- showed generic images of jellyfish, birds, and other outtakes from Nature's Greatest Hits. They helped add to the show's earthy feel, but also kept it from becoming anything more than a late-night jam session on the beach.
Johnson sprinkled in favorites from his four albums, including February's "Sleep through the Static." He visited his first hit "Flake," from his 2001 debut "Brushfire Fairytales," early in the set and later hit on "Upside Down," from the "Curious George" soundtrack. He was joined by opening act (and native Detroiter) Money Mark on the slightly funked-up "Staple it Together," and nimbly worked in several lyrics from Paul Simon's "Mother and Child Reunion" into his "Horizon Has Been Defeated."
For all the wave-crashing cool of his main set, however, Johnson was at his best during the encore, when he showed up alone with his guitar and played for fans just as he undoubtedly has hundreds of times on the beach for large groups of friends. He flubbed the chords to "All at Once" but there was no pressure on him; he cracked a quick joke and moved on. He was joined on several songs by his other opener, fellow Hawaiian Mason Jennings, including a spirited duet on Jennings' own "Living in the Moment." Johnson closed with the tender "Better Together," which he dedicated to his wife.
Johnson is a contemplative, unassuming guy; give him a White Russian and a bathrobe and he could be the Dude from "The Big Lebowski." Mellow is as mellow does, and on the relaxation scale, Johnson's light rock style ranks somewhere between incense burning and transcendental meditation.
But in a live sense, Johnson leaves something to be desired, and is lacking that intangible you're supposed to get from live music. Sleeping through the static is one thing, but Johnson sometimes makes you want to sleep through his set.
his simplicity really brings peace to my chaotic life...
I'd say laird hamilton is probably a bigger dick than jack johnson but they both are in a category of their own...but laird and jeff clark are one in the same...