Jeff Hobbs was born and raised in a small town 32 miles north of the Red River line. Nestled between Dallas and Oklahoma City in the rural, oil rich lands of southern Oklahoma is a community of roughly thirty thousand. The assumption of most would be that Ardmore was a country town with little activity, but like most of small town America there was plenty to do and plenty of consequences. At sixteen Jeff and three friends skipped school and headed north on I-35 in a white Jeep Wrangler. He found himself bed ridden for many months after the vehicle flipped 13 times end over end down an embankment. All passengers were ejected which was probably a good thing considering the engine ended up in the back seat. Everyone survived but Jeff didn't walk for nearly a year. Little mobility would inspire this once athlete to focus his energy elsewhere. He picked up the guitar and taught himself to play along to nineties rock bands. With intense therapy the leg that was broken in half was soon better, and though filled with titanium provided ability to get around. The years soon to follow were somewhat dark for Jeff, then a teenager. Drugs and Alcohol began to play a large role and this lasted through high school and into what was a half hearted attempt at college. The one constant throughout was his love for guitar and music. Jeff began playing and singing around Oklahoma and Texas periodically but to his acclaim never put much effort into the business due to being high and unmotivated. Then tragedy struck one summer. Jeff's childhood friend drowned in a boating accident. "Kooter" Kraig Lee Hodge died after being hit on a wave runner after dark. He wasn't found for days. This shook the community and all of Kraigs family and friends were devastated. For Jeff this led to a song. "Comfortably southern was the first real song I ever wrote" claims Hobbs. This hooky anthem of a crazy southern town and remembrance of good times was dedicated to his lost friend. He spent this time of his life in Stillwater, Oklahoma singing on the strip every week. The stay would be short lived like most others. Jeff claims to have moved dozens of times "chasing my tail, or any responsibility" as he claims. A short time after Kraig's death a saving grace came along. Just days after being awarded an opening slot for Willie Nelson, Jeff's daughter was born. This changed things for Jeff in ways he never expected, he claims. With new found parenthood and a clear, sober mind he began the next stage of his life. This however would ironically bring its own share of strife and struggle. A child custody suit came along with a harsh reality of how the legal system and a scorned ex girlfriend treat a guy with a checkered past. Then In January of 2006 a local entrepreneur and millionaire approached Jeff with an offer. Ron Bulard who made a fortune off of a dental implant agreed to sign Jeff to a record contract. This would make him the first artist on Ron's indie label Juell Records. Jeff explains that hind site would prove it to be nothing more than a guy with money, a producer and an extreme lack of organization or focus. At the time however the offer sounded promising to someone who was broke and determined. Jeff was flown to New York in a private Jet to meet with a producer and began a venture that seemed to be headed for success. Meanwhile Jeff's second daughter was born so the pressures to succeed were doubled. He recorded an album entitled "Road To Nowhere" and for Jeff Hobbs and Juell Records the title was appropriate. The two parties would split ways in 2009 after failed responsibilities on both sides. Things seemed grim and Jeff was soon without a label and without a band. Months went by without touring or recording. While working and raising kids Jeff always thought about music. Knowing that there were unmet responsibilities with investors and other business agreements he put himself out there looking for a band. A local construction worker with a love for drums was referred to Jeff through mutual friends. Howie McReynolds was a father of two, and worked at a local lumber yard. The two had grown up in the same town but had never met. They soon found common ground through their love for music. They made a pact to find a way to raise their families and play music at the same time. They were soon joined by Adam Shockley, a solid bass player and Luthier from Norman and Tony Rincon, an ex Berkley student who was also a luthier and shredding guitar player. The new found Jacks were formed in March of 2010 and today are bigger and better than ever. Though still unheard to most of the world Jeff Hobbs and the Jacks are gaining fans one show at a time. With a new Album to be released in October, a solid foundation of support and a chemistry that is undeniable these guys are destined for a Road to Somewhere.