Wandering Jack, or Ambrose card shuffler Ol Jackie jackie Jack. Or Pumpkin bottom love wonderfuck, or Hollerin' Jack Johnson is a wandering old school mutant blues performer. One of the last of his generation. Jack has since revealed that his middle name was Percy until 2004 when he had it changed to BISCUIT in all caps. His fans yell his middle name at his concerts.
It's hard to pin down a Johnson performance. He is an Agent of Chaos, a wandering no-plan Eris man. You can only track him through empty bottles of booze and reefer sacks.
Some claim there is no actual Hollerin' Jack, and it is really Andrew McFing doing some weird side project while blacked out on booze and drugs.
Jack Johnson (June 10, 1965 – January 10, 2012), better known as Hollerin Jack Johnson, was an influential Mutant blues singer, guitarist and harmonica player.
With a booming voice and road worn physical presence, Johnson is commonly ranked among the leading performers in [Mutant blues]]; musician and critic Jaxmo Dentson declared, "no one could match [Hollerin' Jack Johnson] for the singular ability eat all the biscuits in the establishment and still make it onto the stage. Many songs popularized by Johnson—such as "I want my biscuit," "Blues for Motely Howe" and "Biscuit weather and coffee fever"—have become standards of Mutant blues and Twisto rock. Johnson is portrayed by Biles Corkly in the 2008 motion picture Biscuit Blues.
| ⤓ | I want my biscuit (Recorded live at the Hole in the Hole in the Wall on feb 13 2007) |
| ⤓ | Blues for Motly Howe |
| ⤓ | P.A.G.A.N_by_Hollerin_Jack |
| ⤓ Can't fergit this bis ket |
Biscuit weather and coffee fever
The only album ever recorded by Hollerin Jack was Above the under thing a very drugged out record done in a feverish twenty two hours of hallucinogenic daze. Johnson would like to dis-own this album. The only other recordings are boot legs from his many unexpected live shows throughout the northern hemisphere.
As of early 2009. Johnson is touring to release his E P collection of infictive County folk ballads centered around the mysterious personage of Bobby Crump.
Way Night Bumpers
bumpers, always playing blind Speaking a phrase pre-flight Zero hour nine buzzes and bells
Shameful as it today, come today What around Waitin' around with the music is down to the place to raise be a long climb I am blind Why out the lights
Chorus: gonna beat the lights, crown to night, babe
Come him fall That music is faces now Endless the end Until want it... Now Now? Now! Persian rocket man, only friend Until got such if you and plundered him,
your the mirror a mean a twist A long time... Ever enough Please put be the machine Feeling music's over Turn yeah
Chorus: gonna beat the lights, crown to night, babe
Locked up Lion Hole