Over the last eight years, I have been to countless concerts, shows and festivals. However, through it all, one concert sticks in my mind as the most memorable: the Jack Johnson and Mason Jennings concert at River’s Edge last summer. The music was excellent, the performance was flawlessly executed, and the combination of the music and the crowd created a wonderful atmosphere.
On Sunday, June 22, Jack Johnson’s World Tour 2008 came to Somerset, Wisconsin, to River’s Edge Campground. River’s Edge is a campground and water-tubing park perched on the banks of the Apple River, and one of few places large enough to accommodate the massive crowds brought by Jack’s tour. Their outdoor stage was on the edge of a gigantic field, ringed by Port-A-Potties and a chain-link fence on one side, the Apple River on another, and various vendors and political action groups’ booths on the final side. The weather was flawless, a gorgeous summer evening with a light breeze, warm temperatures and few clouds. People started filing in from a day on the river at 4:00 P.M. when the doors officially opened. The concert was open to anyone willing to pay the $40 ticket price or, in my case, lucky enough to win the tickets off of the radio. Approximately 15,000 people were there when we arrived two hours before the opening bands started; by the time Jack started playing, the crowd had swelled to almost 25,000. The music officially started at 6:00 with little-known indie-electronica band Money Mark. Their forty-five minute set gave way to Minneapolis-based folk singer-songwriter Mason Jennings at 7:00. Mason played until about 8:30, when setup started for Jack’s set. Jack started playing at 9:00 and played a two-hour set, concluding at almost 11:00 P.M.
One of the most fascinating things about the show was the sheer variety of people in the crowd. Jack’s laid-back, relaxing blend of acoustic folk and modern contemporary alternative styles is almost universally beloved; even a metalhead like me can enjoy it as a break once in a while. There is no specific demographic that he targets; his music manages to unite many different listeners. His music attracted everyone from entire families with young kids to teenagers just looking to “chill,� to old hippies with long hair and tie-dyed clothes, to soccer moms, to just your average, everyday people. There was really no race or gender divison in the crowd; there were people of all races in typical proportions, and a fairly even balance between male and female fans. The crowd felt united as almost one entity, with everyone included. I distinctly remember one point during the concert where a young child was sitting on his grandfather’s shoulders, both singing along together to every word of the song. The crowd did separate itself a little bit, but more for practical reasons than differences among concertgoers. There were about 15,000 people standing directly in front and to the sides of the stage, packed in and singing along to everything. Further back, there were families sitting on their blankets munching on roasted corn from the vendors, and even further back were old people relaxing in their lawn chairs. However, despite the apparent division, there were really no in-group or out-group sections forming; everyone appeared to be enjoying the concert equally. That was one of the most remarkable parts of the concert, his music’s ability to unite. Before the concert and during Money Mark’s performance, people seemed a bit testy and frustrated, but by the time Jack’s set was over, everyone was best friends with the people around them. Through his music and interactions with the crowd, Jack managed to create a link, a bond not only between him and the crowd, but the between the members of the crowd as well. Throughout, there was an all-enveloping aura of relaxed well-being, a tranquil feeling of happiness and content. That may have had something to do with the veritable haze of smoke, marijuana and otherwise, that engulfed most of the crowd, but it likely had more to do with the music. That was perhaps one of the most shocking parts of the concert, the rampant cigarette and drug use. I personally don’t smoke, and at the concert, I found it impossible to get away from people with cigarettes. To do so, one would have to move away from the stage toward the back of the crowd and sit with the families, which I was not about to do. People in the main part of the crowd would unabashedly light up, and I believe I counted seven bongs, three crack pipes and zero police officers. I also made the mistake of using one of the Port-O-Pots, and the person before me must have been toking it up in there because when I opened the door, a cloud of smoke came rolling out that reeked of pot. A fair number of people in the crowd were intoxicated but, surprisingly, no one caused any disturbances; there were no fights, nothing. That, perhaps, best attests to the calming power of the music.
Jack Johnson is very politically active, and his views were well-represented at the concert. He is nicknamed the “Jolly Green Giant� by some, saluting his environmental activism. As a Hawaii-based surfer, he has seen the effects of climate change more drastically than most, and he takes numerous measures to help the environment. For example, he recorded his most recent CD in his new solar-powered, carbon-neutral studio built completely of recycled materials, he encourages concertgoers to carpool to the shows, and he has founded several environmental groups, most notably the All At Once Foundation. He sets strict standards for his shows as far as recycling materials, food waste, and energy usage. He requests fluorescent lightbulbs and water efficient showers backstage, separate bins for waste and recycling (with biodegradable bags), an eco-crew to check tire air pressure for attendees and that all leftover food be donated to local food banks. At the concert, he hosted many other environmental groups who set up tents near the back edge along with the food vendors. When a concertgoer entered the venue, they were handed a “passport� with spaces for stamps from the various organizations. If you went to the organization and listened to their pitch, they would stamp their box on the passport. Once you collect nine stamps, you get free downloads of five exclusive songs, and you can enter also in a drawing, the winner of which gets to meet Jack and watch the show from sidestage. It was a great way to help him get his message across to a larger audience, and also to eliminate the need to spend time preaching his views while onstage. The overarching message of the concert was one of conservation and responsibility, and also of peace and harmony. He brought everyone together through his music, and used that united state to make sure that his message reached everyone.
The music itself was exceptional, starting with Mason Jennings. The opener, Money Mark, was two steps short of unlistenable. All members of the band were visibly drunk, and the music itself was very grating and irritating (coming from a metalhead, that’s saying something). The crowd tuned them out, booed them, walked around, or went and got food during the set; everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief when they were done. Fortunately, up next was Minneapolis native Mason Jennings. Mason plays laid-back folk with a little bit of a country twang to it; picture a modern Johnny Cash with a slightly higher voice, modern alternative sensibilities, and a sense of humor. He played all of his hits, opening with the catchy “How Deep Is That River,� ostensibly a song of faith, and closed with the upbeat, goofy favorite “I Love You And Buddha Too.� Another noteworthy song in his hour-and-a-half set was the downright hilarious “Your New Man,� one of very few upbeat breakup songs. His delivery on the song was flawless; he could tell when he had a punch line coming in the song and he milked them for all they were worth. The crowd loved it; his antics and performance won them over almost immediately. He did a great job of interacting with the crowd, which is no small feat given the sheer scale of the stage and the massive crowd. Along with his great stage presence, his musical performance was amazing as well. His vocals and guitar were always pitch-perfect and on the beat; he didn’t miss a single note the entire show. I bought his CD after the show, and he honestly sounded better live than he did on the CD. To be able to pull off that kind of perfection is remarkable.
After Mason was done, the crowd was clearly in the mood for Jack Johnson. However, this was the only letdown of the entire night. Due to the sheer variety and number of instruments that Jack and his band uses, it took what seemed like forever to set up. In reality, it was only a half hour, but with the crowd chanting “We want Jack! We want Jack!� the whole time, it felt like much longer. However, from his first notes, all of the impatience was swept away. He opened with “Staple It Together,� which is not one of my favorites, but helped set an upbeat mood for the concert. From the very start, we could tell that he was dead-on tonight. He hit everything, his voice sounded amazing, and his guitar was great as always. He was constantly moving around on the stage, yet always managed to make it back to the microphone when he had vocal parts. Honestly, he wouldn’t have even had to; most of the crowd was singing along with everything anyway. From there, he moved through a progression of his hits and favorites, executing each flawlessly and even embellishing some. For example, in his song “Sitting, Waiting, Wishing,� he paid tribute to The Cars by replacing the third verse in his song with the opening verse from “Just What I Needed.� At first I was surprised and confused because it was completely unexpected, but then I realized that he had done it not only to pay tribute, but also because the two songs have almost the exact same theme behind the lyrics. That impressed me, that he was able to just pull it out of nowhere like that and have it work so perfectly. One of the best moments of the night was during the song “Bubble Toes.� There is a part where he does a lyricless vocal line, which ends up being the song’s hook. The entire crowd sang along with that part at the top of their lungs. There is no way to describe what that felt like; it literally gave me chills. Throughout the show, he interacted extremely well with the crowd. Just as it was beginning to get dark, he asked the crowd if they could see any stars yet. The answer was a resounding “No,� to which he answered, “Well, let’s see if we can do something about that.� He immediately launched into the song “Constellations,� a beautiful song about lying on a beach at night, skipping stones and drawing your own constellations in the stars. Sure enough, by the time the song was over, the sky was speckled by the first stars of the night. That drew a huge cheer from the crowd, and was a very impressive moment. As the night went on, his voice held up perfectly. Unlike many rock vocalists, his voice never sounded forced or like he was straining in the least, even after two hours of playing. The show proceeded wonderfully until about 10:45, when he and his band went through solos and said their farewells, and even brought Mason Jennings back up on the stage and played a song with him. They walked off the stage, and immediately the calls for an encore started. The stage was dark at this point and no one could see anything, so people started to assume that they weren’t getting an encore. However, just then, a single spotlight came on down in front of the stage on the ground, where Jack was sitting with his acoustic guitar. He played a beautiful rendition of the song “Angel,� which is possibly one of the sweetest love songs ever written. Without even pausing at the end of the song, he went straight into “Better Together,� another love song and perennial favorite. The smooth transition worked perfectly, especially since during the show there would usually be a one minute gap between songs so that he could switch guitars. Here, the two songs flowed perfectly from one into the other, and was the perfect way to cap off an amazing concert. At this point, he had the audience so enraptured that had he played all night, not a single person would have gotten up and left. Even after two solid hours of playing, he still had the audience wrapped around his pinky, singing along with every word.
Trying to critique this concert raises a few problems, such as, what do I criticize? I have never been to a concert which was that flawlessly executed, with such an amazing atmosphere, and that powerful of a message and meaning behind it. All of this raises a question. Was this the best concert that I’ve ever been to? As much as I would like to say yes, that honor is currently held by Killswitch Engage with Parkway Drive and All That Remains. As it turns out, I am still a metalhead, after all. However, if there were to be one band or one concert to convert me, Jack Johnson live at River’s Edge would be it.