With a Number One record and millions of fans, Jack Johnson is one of rock's biggest stars. So how can he be so mellow?"I get completely haunted," he says. In his most vivid dream,
Johnson is standing on the beach with a guitar, gazing into the
shore break. "Our stage crew was there, the band were all set up,
it was a normal show, but the ocean was where the crowd should be,"
Johnson recalls. "I was thinking, 'What's going on here?' " Johnson
and his band played on as the tide crept up. "We were knee-deep,
then waist-deep, and still playing. I had a feeling like, 'When do
we stop?' "You've got to listen to your dreams," says Johnson, sitting at
a picnic table in the quiet, grassy back yard of his home in Santa
Barbara, California. He's wearing his usual outfit — board
shorts, a T-shirt and flip-flops — and talking in a relaxed
surfer's lilt. "That's when I know I've got to take a break, kick
back and get out of the public eye." In the past, when anxiety
dreams have set in, Johnson has pissed off promoters by canceling
gigs to return home early; these days, he insists on traveling for
no more than a month at a time, and never during the winter, when
the waves pick up on the North Shore of Hawaii, where Johnson grew
up and still lives most of the year. (He went to college in Santa
Barbara, ninety minutes north of Los Angeles, and keeps a house
there.) "If I could go canoe-paddling or sailing every day while I
was on tour, I wouldn't be itching to get home so bad," he says.
"Just get me out in the ocean, really. Growing up, I would try to
surf for three, four hours a day. I've become dependent on it. It's
hard when you start an addiction at age five." SOURCE OF THIS STORY