
"Fuck yeah, we can live like this." - Jack's Mannequin, "Holiday From Real" Long before I packed my belongings and left the isolation booth that is the Midwest, before I ever came into direct contact with the ocean, I had dipped my toes into the sandy saltwater of the West Coast via one very important album: Jack's Mannequin's "Everything In Transit." It let me live in California before I ever stepped outside of the cornfields and cold winters. I blame this album for making my last automobile get smashed in the face by a truck (who wasn't playing [...]