Woke up the other day wanting to listen to Jack’s Mannequin. Went with it.

This is a really good album, definitely think we’ll be able to point this in decades to come as one that defines a time, a generation, a scene. I don’t know why I forgot about it relatively quickly after it was released (definitely was a SoCo fan throughout HS). I was certainly reminded of it often though, lots of Facebook status updates from pop culture know-it-alls and many a mention of a tour date at some big outdoor or college venue back upstate. They’ve never seem to have gone away, though I don’t think the follow-up LP made as much of a splash (honestly, I haven’t heard it).

Jack’s Mannequin following branched out from indie and pop punk scenes into something much more mainstream, opening a lot of doors for what we’re hearing now. This song in particular we may want to label as, perhaps, too cliche, but isn’t that the very thing that will be able to bring you right back? Something so entirely authentically *then* that you can be transported back there *now*? It’s not easy to capture that, and it’s even harder to do so with enough subtlety that people will buy it and feel cool with it. So, props to Andrew MacMahon, you can write a hell of a song, and the world took notice.

“I read your letter,
he one you left when you broke into my house
Retracing every step you made
And you said you meant it
And there’s a piece of me in every single
Second of every single day
But if it’s true then tell me how it got this way

Where are you now?
As I’m swimming through the stereo
I’m writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of”

~The Mixed Tape
Jack’s Mannequin, Everything in Transit