One hundred years ago Jake would have jumped freight trains or stowed away on tramp steamers. He would have written novels like Jack London, painted portraits of exotic womanhood like Paul Gaugin and been a guide through steaming jungles from the furthest outposts of civilization. In these days of the jet plane, Jake uses his trusty p-bass to traverse a global road from Chang Mai to Moscow, from Bali to Bora-Bora. He’s played in Singapore, strummed in Samoa, dreamed in Hindu temples and jammed with itinerant street musicians in Ireland. He shares it all with the fans of Blue Luster.