30岁生日快乐，虽然我偏执地希望你如某些资料里写的是27日生日的，呵呵^^
我的“27”强迫症。
两年前资料真是混乱，搞不清楚你多大多高，只单纯听着你的歌开心地，等待天明。
每个现场翻来覆去看，却每次都能被震撼到难以言喻的激动。
不知不觉中似乎国内喜欢你的人越来越多了。是啊，这样的天才不被发现未免可惜。
而好音乐总会有人发掘，并且渴望与别人分享的。越来越感觉自己不孤单，这样子真好。
就像，如果当初没有猩猩姐，我什么时候才会认得你呢？。。。
生日快乐，爱音乐爱舞台的“男孩”，继续快乐吧。。
啊，虽然人数不多，可也是歌迷啊，就像去年韩国那次一样，来中国吧。。。。。来“大公鸡”玩吧。。T.T
下面是父亲节那天Jason写的一篇journal，我可是完全陶醉于他笔下的美景之中了。
今天看到一个fan的翻译。转过来分享。
原文：
Sunday, June 17, 2007
A Father’s Day Fan Letter
Current mood: nostalgic
Where I live in San Diego might be on one of the most beautiful hillsides on earth. My home faces west over farmlands that produce strawberries, flowers, lettuce, beans, you name it. The soil is constantly turned and renewed and mulched over. I built a deck with my Dad facing these rolling fields so I could sit and watch more intently. It's become my TV. I can sit and watch lettuce for hours.
Because it's facing west, over the last 9 months at home I've been watching the sun set further south each day towards winter solstice and return again to the north fast approaching summer's longest day of the year.
The sound out there is incredible as the view. I wish I could produce a nature mix for my ipod, equivalent to the awesome music made by the creatures in the yard.
Thru the day I'm buzzed high and low by the hummingbirds, finches, crows and lizards, and a variety of songbirds. But by night the sound moves so swiftly, most people think it is wind they feel on their face.
Crickets and frogs usually begin the night anthem with their meditative droning instrumentation. This is followed a variety of whistles and calls of night birds either waking up or calming down in the growing purple of night shade. Sometimes the calls pan so wild and wide you'd think you were listening to electronic music.
Then comes the common canine's howl at the moon. The joy in hearing the dog bark across the valley at night is that you hear it at a different frequency.
Imagine a dog barking up close. Yikes. Ouch. So abrasive! But at night in the dark and distant valley beyond my house, the dog's bark is expansive and travels in audible, ingestible waves. Just as Morse code is figured in dots and dashes, one could easily begin to hear how the waves & patterns of the dogs' bark spreading out in the night could be interpreted and decoded as a language. Maybe the dogs do have it figured out and are here to serve and protect. Maybe we're just not listening hard enough. Why else does a dog insist on hanging his head out the car window? Perhaps he's listening to the news of neighboring villages and communities that are echoing beyond our capacity for current understanding. (Allowing for this kind of thought process is a must if we wish to evolve from the ego/materialistic master race we've become as humans to a more enlightened, loving, and sharing species.)
Between the dog's carrying on, the coyotes let loose. It's said that the coyote only cheer when it's made a kill. If this is true, they seem to be on a mass-murdering spree near my house. The bunnies in my neighborhood stand the least chance. The joy of the celebrating coyote sounds like an army of 6 year olds on the playground. There is laughter and shrieking and howling and surprise. It lasts anywhere from two minutes to ten, once or twice an hour, sometimes a mile away and sometimes it feels like they're under the deck.
When all returns to quiet, delightful and still, the hoot owls begin their transmission. It sounds as though I have about 4 or 5 in my nearby vicinity. Who? (Pause) Who? Who? (Pause) and so on. Sometimes they overlap each other making dissonant harmonies that like of the dial tone. These are my favorite creatures to share the evening with. If you sit still enough you may see the silhouette of an owl fly across the starry sky before you. It's pretty amazing. Sometimes I don't know what causes my skin to stand up, the air, the music, or the scenery.
I'll miss that deck as I've tripped off for the summer heading to Europe. Fortunately it's where I live so I know I'll return soon enough and by then I'll be missing my family in Europe. I built that deck with my father back in March. He spent his whole San Diego vacation helping me design it and making sure I had the right materials as we tripped back and forth from the home improvement and lumber stores. We never made it to the beach that whole week as we poured sweat and sawdust across the hillside and gazed at the farms while soaking up the sun on our shoulders.
My Dad is a giver and a great teacher. On his Father's Day card I've insisted he return soon to enjoy the deck he inspired. The deck is obviously more than a deck now that's it's done. It's become my TV and my stereo. It's also where I get my haircut now and where Bushwalla has his weekly massage overlooking his herb garden, climbing tomatoes and sprawling melons. It's where I do my morning Yoga and munch my cereal prepping for the daily surf. And it's where friends will gather to philosophize under the stars later that day when we tire from recording or doing our necessary farm chores.
My dad has been a supporter and inspiration to so many great events in my life and continues to do so and be so. I love him a million times over.
Back home in Mechanicsville we went cruising in his 51 ford yesterday. He let me drive. If ever I've felt cool in this life. It was then.
Thanks Dad.
And to all the Dad's out there.
Have a Happy Father's Day.
冰岛大鱼的翻译如下：
一封写给父情节的信
现在的心情：想家
我在圣地亚哥的家也许是世界上最美的山腹。我的小屋面向西边，农田上种着草莓`鲜花`莴笋`大豆之类的植物。这里的土地经常会被翻新。我和爸爸在这片起伏的田地前做了一个大台板，这样我就可以坐在上面聚精会神地欣赏他了。这片农田变成了我的电视，我可以坐在台板上盯着莴笋看几个小时。
因为我的家面朝西边，在家里的最后九个月，从黑夜漫漫的严酷寒冬到阳光灿烂的明媚夏日，我都会观看美丽的日落。
那里的声音和风景都是绚丽而奇妙的。我希望可以作一首自然之歌放到我的ipod里，当然园子里可怕的狼嚎也是必不可少的元素。
随着蜂雀，燕雀，乌鸦，蜥蜴和各种热爱歌唱的小鸟们写出的音乐，我会在白天跟着他们跳舞。但是在夜晚那些音乐会在瞬间消逝，许多人以为那是抚过脸颊的微风。
蟋蟀和青蛙常常用他们天马行空的低音器乐谱写出一首首午夜赞美诗。在充满奇幻色彩的午夜，许多兴奋或平静的夜莺会用口哨声为他们伴奏。有时音乐会传播到很远的地方，你会觉得你在聆听的是电子音乐。
随后而来的就是月亮上传来的嚎叫声了。听夜晚山谷间狗吠的乐趣在于，你可以听到不同的频率与节奏。
假设一只狗在你耳边嚎叫，哎呀，这是多么折磨人的一件事！可那是在黑暗的夜间，山谷在离我房子很远的地方，狗的叫声却是如此广阔的声波，传到我的耳朵里。就像摩尔斯电码是撞击的圆点形成一样，我可以清楚地听到狗是怎么嚎叫的。在夜间传播的这种声音可以被翻译成一种语言。也许这是狗群之间的一种保护与服务信号。也许我们没有足够专注的去倾听。狗又为什么坚持把头伸出汽车窗外？也许他在倾听邻居小镇传出的超出我们人类理解范围的信息。（原谅我这样的想法吧，如果我们想要摆脱人类自大的物种利己主义，并得到发展，我们得从不同的物种身上得到启迪，得到爱，并且分享属于自然的一切）
相对于狗的执著，北美小野狼就要散漫很多了。据说小狼们只在杀戮的时候欢庆。如果这是真的，那他们就是我小屋旁一支狂热的犯罪团伙。我邻居家的小兔子坚持着最后一丝生存的机会。小狼们庆祝的声音就像在院子里嬉戏的一群六岁孩子。他们欢笑，尖叫，咆哮以及惊奇着。在任何地方这样的仪式都会持续十来分钟，有一次竟然持续了一两个小时。有时从几英里远的地方传来，有时似乎就在我的台板下。
当一切都归于宁静，叫嚣的猫头鹰开始了他们的讨论。听起来似乎有四五只藏匿在不远处。“Who?” (休止) “Who?” “ Who?” (休止) 这样有趣的持续着。有时候他们用类似拨号的调调交叠演唱着杂乱却美妙的歌曲。他们是我夜晚最好的伙伴。如果你就这么静静的坐着，你可以发现眼前有一只猫头鹰的轮廓掠过缀满星星的夜空，这实在是美妙至极。有时我不知道是什么塑造了这样一个我，是空气，是音乐，或是这份美丽。
当我开始夏季巡演的时候我会想念那只台板。幸运的是那是我成长的地方，我知道我将很快回到那里。在欧洲我也会想念我的家人。三月的时候我和爸爸建造了那块台板。他牺牲了全部度假的时间帮助我设计和寻找材料。四月我们改进了小屋，储存了一些木材。我们顶着烈日，望着这片农田，在山坡上泼洒着的汗水和木屑中，实现着共同的愿望。
我的爸爸是一位奉献者和一位伟大的老师。在父亲节的卡片上，我坚持让他尽快回来享受这只凝聚着他的心血的台板。显然现在这块台板不只是一块台板了。它是我的电视，我的音响，我的理发室，也是欣赏bushwalla香草花园的眺望台。那里结满了番茄与甜瓜。这是我清晨做瑜珈的地方，是我咀嚼谷类早餐的地方，是我迎接新的一天的地方。当劳累的录音工作结束， 我和朋友们会在星空下聚集到这里讨论哲学问题，或是处理一些琐碎的农活。
在我生命中完成的许许多多的事业，都是与爸爸给与的支持与灵感密不可分的。现在他仍在给与我不变的鼓励。我会爱他到永远。
昨天回到Mechanicsville，我们参加了他51岁的生日。他让我开车，我还从来没有拥有过这么cool的感觉。
感谢爸爸
也祝天下所有的父亲
父亲节快乐！
羡慕吧？Jason便是从这样的环境中成长起来的。
