Jack Johnson
Jack Johnson
Singer/songwriter and guitarist known for his acoustic guitar-based folk rock songs. He first gained attention for his 2001 debut album Brushfire Fairytales. His best known songs include "Flake," "Better Together," and "Banana Pancakes."
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionRock Singer
Date of Birth18 May 1975
CityNorth Shore, HI
CountryUnited States of America
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