About the Artist...
Jocko currently lives in Monterey, California with his lovely wife, Judy. They don't have any pets but still own a riding crop, cat-o-nine-tails, a bunch of leather studded binding gear and about 300 frisbees. Jocko spends his time going to parties and playing Ultimate. In fact, he decided to become a musician while contemplating another of his failed attempts to qualify for UPA Nationals. He explains: "I remember sitting on the sideline after I got burnt deep by someone taller than me again. I was dangerously out of breath, trying to figure out why I was still playing open instead of masters. I needed a change of some sort, but then I remembered that the women who hang out with open teams are much cuter than those hanging around the older teams. And," adds Jocko, "the players themselves on the open teams are pretty darn cute* too."

"A couple days after this," Jocko continues, "while driving my convertible BMW, and listening to another of my shitty CDs, I realized the answer was not to play masters, but instead to explore my creativity. I know I go to Burning Man every year but that's just a way for me to discover myself fondling women's breasts. So, I decided to become a musician and create this album."

And that's how Jocko Gets Happy was born. Tens and hundreds of us can be thankful that Jocko had that epiphany. His premier album is sure to become a classic, with potential smash hits like: Burning Man = Burning Testicles (I Like It, A Huh, A Huh); Play That Bootleg of Unfunky Music, White Boy; That Frisbee Was Thrown Much Too High for Me; and, the timeless-hit, Yes, That's My Penis (Again).

* He also wanted me to add that though his favorite pastimes are wearing women's clothing, hitting on men and skipping through the daisies, Jocko insists he's at least 75% straight.