The Plates and the Kids

The meeting that launched Jumberlack was rather mundane. Ken and I sat in a booth at Rendezvous in Grand Haven. He wanted a milkshake, which they don't have for some reason. Perhaps it makes things easier on the staff. Anyhow, we discussed Saddle Creek and the Omaha phenomenon of this decade's early portion. This was some three years ago, shortly after I'd returned from New York still full of myself and ambition to really make something happen in Muskegon. I ordered coffee at that diner and probably drank ten or eleven cups while Ken ate a sundae with a disappointed twist to his mouth. Surrounded by chattering teenagers, our market in the flesh, we spoke of making some kind of scene happen in Muskegon or Grand Rapids or both and both of us naively believed we could accomplish such a feat. Though I can't say that we have done as much, I would like to think that, through our quality control and our unerring vision, we have brought out music into light it might otherwise have never seen. Nothing came of our back and forth for a few months, but for that moment, in the clink and clank of the plates and the kids, it was nice to think that we could do the impossible and make money in the music industry these days. - Dylan