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| The (mis)Adventures of Jake Jackson.
Mr. Jackson has been known for his escapades with Me First and the Gimme Gimmes. Read about them here. | |||
From Have a Ball As the Gimme Gimme responsible for searing lead
guitar work, he is not only talented, but cute, and best of all,
single! Jackson, as he likes the ladies to call him, is the Casanova of
punk rock. In fact, he's such a swinger that a special wing of the San
Francisco Free Clinic was named after him. It's no suprise that this
former model for "Playgirl" and "Honcho" is the player that the women
scream for (and I do mean "player"). However, it's obvious by listening
to this album that Jackson's talent can be measured by more than just
mere inches. His fretboard wizardry conjures the mastery of classic
guitar gods with a style that emphasizes subtle power and flawless
techniques. He was born to perform on the stage-- literally! His mother
gave birth to Jackson on stage while working as a go-go dancer for The
Peanut Butter Conspiracy. Is it any wonder that he plays in front of
adoring fans, Jackson finds his popularity is, if you will, spreading? From Are a Drag Guitarist Jackson was once again caught with his
pants down as his torrid trysts with Liza Minelli and Rita Moreno
exploded into a heavily publicized, bitter love triangle. . . . Even
with knickers permanently straddling his ankles, Jackson is a nimble
fingered musician, capable of harnessing the sweetest of meldies by
playing his guitar much like his women: hard and fast, yet lovingly.
From Blow in the Wind On the subject of promiscuity, guitarist Jake
Jackson, the randiest member of the Gimme Gimmes, not surprisingly
became obsessed with The Summer Of Love, in his quest for "free love"
he frequented People's Park, the token 1960's hippie hangout. There was
no free love to be found, although a few odiferous street folks were
more than happy to trade love for "buds and dresses". Although it was
more like "barter love" and slightly traumatic, Jackson conceded to his
primal urges. But the real problem began when first hopped into the
sack with one of these transients... for the first time Jackson was not
able to perform! Limp as a wet noodle, an embarassed Jackson wandered
the streets of S.F. in despair, eventually stumbling into an herbal
medicine shop in Chinatown. Surrounded by jars of herbs to cure every
conceivable ailment, he was convinced this store held the cure to his
problem. For an entire day, Jackson boiled, broiled, and was foiled by
everything from badger's earlobes to shark anuses. Nothing worked, and
in a fit of frustration he stormed back to the herbal medicine shop to
complain. As a consolation the shopkeeper offered Jackson a traditional
Chinese figurine of a "foo dog". The dog was an ancient charm, said to
bring good luck; it would make him a fighter...in other words, he would
now possess the strength to ward off things that were "no use" to him.
Regardless of whether Jackson's flaccidity was simply due to sleeping
with toothless women or the result of some ancient Chinese secret, ever
since he became a "foo fighter" he has had no problem getting laid
everyday!
A bit of confusion here...(From Making Friends) Subject: Re: Chris Shifflet
is jake jackson The sixth member of Lagwagon ? TB: Speaking of coaches, who is the guy on the Trashed cover? The sixth member? Joey: Its Jake Jackson... Hes a Santa Barbara native but hes transplanted to San Francisco. He plays in No Use For A Name. He was my roommate for the last year or something... You know what the deal is, that photo... The night before was Halloween or something... Anyway, we had been to a party the night before and we were all wearing those uniforms... It was early in the morning and we were all kinda feelin rad, lookin rad... Hadnt shaved, all fucked up hair, straight outta bed. Were like, lets go take some photos. There was this professional tournament going on at Dwight Murphy I think, and we were just looking around the field and on the side of the field there were all these Adidas bags and like soccer balls and everything... We thought Should we ask? but there was a game going on so we were like, Fuck it!... We jumped the fence, ran over to the bench, posed in front of it, somebody grabbed a ball... There were people looking at us... There were A LOT of people in the stands, I think even a ref or someone yelled at us. .. It was really fun... But you know, we really do play soccer, were actually a professional team | |||
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