DANIEL BLUE: MEET JASON FREET >>>

Jason Freet is a total slayer. But not a slayer of the demonic metal band type, J.F. is a slayer of a different kind. He took his shirt off after a performance with his band, The Drug Purse, at Bob's Java Jive, and his abs almost made me gay. Almost.

Older and wiser than I am, Jason's onstage banter is much less coherent than actual conversations I have had with him. Most of all I think he needs to do more drugs, straight-laced people like this guy bore the hell out of me. I need something wild, I need something tame.

Tall, handsome, athletic, funny, talented and legally disabled in six states, Jason Freet is the man of your mother's dreams.

When I listen to his music I sometimes think that I am actually in the year 1943, but other times it's all about the summer of 1967. 

Word on the street is that this man carries 4 pounds of meat, meat that you could knock out a bear with. 

Enough nonsense, Jason is a real man. He is very nice in person, and not pretentious in the slightest. The quality of his music gives him the right to be an elite ass, but he comes off like a warm and inclusive potential friend. His ex-band mate Cody tells me that Jason spends a lot of time in the woods, looking for fungus.