...and I like Jack Johnson.
don't tell anyone! this deep dark music secret, this confession of questionable taste, could utterly destroy my already-waning street cred. I just can't help it. I listened to a few Jack Johnson songs last night, in a state of mind where I may well have been able to get into absolutely anything. why didn't I just put on some poetic Leonard Cohen, some freaky King Crimson, even some damned Phish??? Why, Jack Johnson, why? why am I so tempted by your quasi-bullshit guitar, your trite lyrics, your trustafarian charisma?
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