Freedom in a Parking Lot.

I first heard Freer in the parking lot outside an events hall in Muskegon, MI. It was August of 2006 and Jumberlack was a fresh idea and we had no idea where that idea would go. Nick Adams, who became their drummer, played me a burned CD of their fledgling recordings on the CD player in my little brother's blue Corolla. I heard the first bounces of a catchy melody and then the voice of Jeremy Freer and followed the song in my head to its conclusion. He asked me what I thought of them, in part because he thought that this was more my type of music than his. Freer had a show at the Magic Stick in a few weeks and were starting to go somewhere. Nick told me he was probably going to join them and I told him I thought that could be very good for him. Then we went on to the beach bar around a bend from that events hall. I never heard that CD again, nor did I have anything to do with getting Freer to collaborate with us, but I remember being there early enough to see it all coming. The whole drive to the beach bar we listened to the CD, and we had hopes that great things would follow that first listen. - Dylan