jackson maine

singer / songwriter

full biography

TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR ALCOHOLISM, DRUG USAGE, UNDER AGE DRINKING, DEPRESSION, SUICIDEJackson Maine was born at home, the won of a barely eighteen year old woman and a sixty-three year old father. His father had moved to Arizona, working on a family run pecan ranch, where he had gone on to impregnate the family’s still seventeen year old daughter. His mother died due to complications of childbirth, mere hours after Jackson was born. To avoid the scandal, his mother’s family never once claimed that he was one of them, only the whispers floating through the small town of Winslow, Arizona with no one ever confirming or denying the rumours about where the little boy had come from.The first few years of Jackson’s life were like any others, his father remaining sober enough most of the time to look after him until he grew old enough to fend for himself. He started school, looking at a promising future, showing off more talent than anyone else in his class when it came to music. He never cared which note was what, he just knew what sounded good. His father owned a small upright piano in the den that from the age that Jackson could reach, you could often find him sitting at the keys, tinkering away at a tune whether it be one that was known or one made up on the spot to suit his mood.However, the influence, or lack thereof, from his father, would creep into Jackson’s head as he grew, leading him to start drinking alcohol before even reaching the age of ten. It started off as a beer or two, before the slippery slope began. He started to miss school, grades falling too as he remained home more and more.By his thirteenth birthday, Jackson had become the drinking buddy of his father, so often drunk that it became the new normal for him and no one in the small town realised just what was going on within the four walls of his family home. A drunk afternoon and being left alone with his own thoughts for too long, wracked with guilt on the day of birth, lead to Jackson taking one of his father’s belts and attempting to take his own life. However, the ceiling fan he attempted to use was not strong enough for the task, falling to the floor and taking Jackson along with it.It was not long after his birthday that his elder half-brother, Bobby, returned home to care for their once again ill father, when he saw Jackson playing on the tired, old upright that still sat in their den. For the first time in years, Jackson felt special, his talent was still there, despite the fact that it had nearly been forgotten about and rarely ever heard except by the drunk ears of his father.Not much later than that, Jackson’s father died. He was seventy-six. From then on, Jackson lived a life on the road, ending up in his brother’s care. Attempts were made to keep him in school, keep him learning, but those attempts soon faded and Jackson would barely reach the ninth grade, too many missed classes in the past forcing him too far behind everyone else. Music became Jackson’s new education, joining his brother’s band as he was the best guitar player that Bobby could find in the whole state of Arizona.Tensions were always on edge between the siblings, Bobby thinking that Jackson had always idolised their drunk father, thinking that he had decided to steal his voice, when that was never the fact. It was Bobby that Jackson had idolised all along, something that the elder Maine brother would not find out for years. Too proud to sing any of the songs that Jackson wrote, it wasn’t long before Jackson’s talents began to eclipse his brother’s, scouting talent coming to see him and not his brother when they were on the road.He had barely left his teenage years when he was offered a record deal, setting the path for the next two decades of Jackson’s life, while Bobby faded into nothingness, falling into the role of Jackson’s manager instead. Jackson began to shine as albums were recorded and tours commenced. Seen as a hugely talented artist, the public did not see everything that he hid in plain sight. Not when the great Jackson Maine was on stage, wooing audiences every night with that deep, rough voice that so easily swayed a crowd.As his popularity grew, so did the demands of being a successful artist within the music industry. Jackson drank more, began taking prescription medications to keep up his energy for the stage and then another dose to help him sleep at night. His record label would load him up with whatever he needed, whatever would keep the music playing and the money coming in. They knew they had an addict on their hands, yet kept handing it all over as if they were none the wiser.The rigour never stopped as years went on, becoming a country and rock music hero, still with a huge fan base, though other younger artists started to come along and began eclipsing the great Jackson Maine.After yet another show one night with an empty bottle of gin in the back of his chauffeur driven car, Jackson told his driver to pull over outside what looked like a bar. It was a bar, however, what he didn’t realise before walking inside was that it was a drag bar. It was there that he set eyes on her for the first time. Ally Campana. She caught Jackson’s immediate attention with her rendition of La Vie En Rose, enchanting Jackson in a way that he hadn’t been in years.Thus began their relationship soon after, changing Jackson into a man that no one had seen in years. He had stopped being an artist long ago, only being a performer when it was called on him time and time again. His passion for music had vanished, igniting into a bright light once more with his new and great inspiration. Bringing Ally on tour with him, crowds flooded in to not only see him, but to see Ally as well. He had found her, brought her into the spotlight, but her talent was purely her own.It wasn’t long before Ally found herself entering her own record deal, the company pushing out her first single quickly, along with building material for an album. However, creative differences were soon discovered, along with a jealousy and upset in Jackson as he watched his girlfriend then wife change before his eyes. Her raw talent still there, but shrouded behind glossy outfits and a changed looked which felt so unnatural to him. Along with all of the attention she was garnering, Jackson fell back to the bottle, the newfound passion beginning to fade in him as the months passed.In one moment it felt like Jackson had had it all and then the next felt like he was looking at a complete stranger. Someone that he didn’t know, who had changed themselves so dramatically before his eyes and he hadn’t been able to do a thing to stop it. Before long, awards season came around and as a new artists, Ally was nominated for three Grammy awards. It should have been one of the best nights of their lives, even more so as she came to win in the category for new artist. However, Jackson’s drinking problems reached their peak on the very same night.Upon giving her acceptance speech, Jackson joined Ally on stage, only to wet himself and embarrass both himself and his wife in front of an audience of millions. It didn’t take long for the decision to be made, both on his part and with others influence. The great Jackson Maine went to rehab.Two months of rehabilitation and things began to look better for Jackson, coming home and falling into the role of husband and a supportive person once more. Focusing on fixing what damage he had done, he was making leaps and bounds in his recovery, addressing what he had to and casting aside what could wait. Ally’s tour was coming to an end when her manager appeared at their door, only he wasn’t there to see Ally. Rez, never blunt with his words, informed Jackson of the embarrassment that he was, what he had been doing to his wife’s career, that she was refusing to tour Europe without him at her side.For all of the help that rehab had been, one conversation fully derailed Jackson, only becoming worse than ever when Ally returned home. Curled up side by side in bed, she told him that the record company had cancelled the European leg of her tour, saying they wanted her to focus on producing another album. A lie. Laying there in bed, Jackson could not believe a single word that she said, a mumbled promise on his lips that he would come and perform at her show that night. The last show of her tour.He never came. Pulling his truck out of the garage, a belt in hand, Jackson removed his hat and closed the garage door. On stage, Ally called out for her husband to join her, he never appeared. Found in the garage, a belt around his neck, he had decided to make the ultimate sacrifice for his wife. He could not longer hold her back or keep her from achieving her dreams. The great Jackson Maine was dead.

verses

DON'T ASK ME ABOUT TOMORROW (PRE-FILM)Set before the events of the film. Jackson is a hugely popular rock music star, edging further and further away from his country roots to meet the wants and desires of his growing fan base. This comes at a price, however, as the rigorous schedules and long tours put pressure on him, finding himself falling deeper into his alcohol and prescription medication problems. When he is not performing on tour, he can be found in and around Los Angeles, often recording a new album and doing promotional tours before jetting off on yet another tour.I HAD TO LISTEN JUST TO FIND YOU (FILM)The days are long and the nights are even longer for Jackson as he stumbles into a drag bar one evening after a performance. It is there that he hears her perform for the first time. Ally. A late night conversation in a parking lot and one song later, he finds himself quickly falling for her, her talent and skills soon causing her popularity to come to eclipse his. Their relationship only grows closer as this happens, before the rift begins to form, Jackson falling back and relying on his old ways more than ever as Ally’s popularity soon takes over from his ultimately leading him to make the ultimate sacrifice and what he thinks is best for her.MAYBE IT’S TIME TO LET THE OLD WAYS DIE (AU POST-FILM)Sitting in his truck, there were two choices for Jackson. He chose the second. Pulling away from the house, it wasn’t long before he arrived at the stadium, stepping out onto the stage to the loud cheers of the crowd. No one knows what he had intended to do that night, no one does while he performs the song that brought Ally into the spotlight. Eventually confiding in Ally as to what Rez had said to him, causing a large rift between her and her manager. After the closest slip up the he’s had since rehab, Jackson seeks further help alongside his wife, realising that what he’s been doing has not been enough and has to sort himself out further if he has any chance of becoming the man that he wants to be.I CAN'T GO ON IF I AIN'T LIVING IN YOUR ARMS (AU POST-FILM)He doesn’t know what happened. He believed he had done it right this time, but upon waking up in hospital, it quickly became apparent to Jackson that he was still part of the living. Going home once more, he feels constant eyes on his back wherever he goes, the worst of the details kept from the general public, but with the eyes of Ally and his brother on him there is barely a moment of privacy. A fresh attempt is made at a sober life, while some days are harder than others, Jackson slowly succeeds and finally is able to begin a new chapter of his life.COUNTRY ROADS TAKE ME HOME TO A PLACE I BELONG (AU)A complete au verse where Jack doesn’t ever get a record deal or become famous. After his father’s death as a teenager, Jack wound up travelling on the road with Bobby, making music and performing in his brother’s band when Bobby was unable to ever find a better guitar player.However, it’s not always happy days for the Maine brothers and within a few years they drift apart, Jack buying a cheap truck of his own to road out on his own. With no home to return to and only the open road ahead, he keeps himself fed and finds places to stay taking on manual labour jobs wherever he can find. He follows where the work is, using the money that he makes to buy food, a tank of gas and his next bottle of gin. You might just find him in any small town, maybe even singing in a small bar on his old beat up guitar if he’s given the chance to perform, but it’s only ever one night only wherever he goes.SO I REACH FOR THE BOTTLE IN A ROOM I CALL HOME (AU)An AU based on the song ‘Walk the Landings’ by Sara Storer.Follows Jack in his life where he does not become famous, finding steady employment on a ranch where he spends nearly all of his days. Few know of the talent that he holds, rarely having the time or energy to pick up an instrument at the end of a long day working. He spends his time either out on the land, in the quarters or at the local pub in the small town closest to the ranch where he works.

guidelines

This is a blog for Jackson Maine from the film ‘A Star Is Born’. I do not have any affiliation with the studio, production company, writers, Bradley Cooper or any other creators of this film or previous versions. This is simply my interpretation of Jackson.I am private and selective, therefore not affiliated with any group and will only write with those that I am in a mutual follow with.For those that know the film, you’ll understand that there will be definite triggers regarding alcohol, drugs, addiction and suicide. These will be tagged accordingly when necessary though not every mention of it will be tagged e.g. if it is mentioned briefly in a thread. These things are a large part of Jackson in his past and present. If you are uncomfortable with these subjects then I would advise it would be better not to follow this blog.For anyone interested, my name is Dana and I’m from the ACST timezone. I work full time and therefore won’t be around at the same hours as others usually are but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to write with you.THREADSAs stated before, I only write with mutuals, so anyone who is a mutual with me is always welcome to send a message about a thread. This also applies to starter and plotting calls. These are for mutuals only unless stated otherwise.Additionally, if you are a multi then I have absolutely no issue writing with you, but I ask when you interact with me that you please specify who you’d like it for. I’d rather not guess, because it may not be who you had in mind or have muse for at that time.This blog will be plotting based for the most part. This means that if you want to write with me on here then plotting is essential. I would rather write less and be more invested in the threads than to write a lot and not be as invested.I typically don’t do one liners. From experience I’ve found that they rarely go anywhere and no real development happens from them. The minimum I usually write is a few lines up to a few paragraphs or longer. I don’t mind writing on the shorter side, if that’s what you prefer, but one liners are typically off bounds as a little descriptive text is better than nothing at all.Please don’t reblog a thread if you’re not involved in it. I shouldn’t have to put it here, but it’s happened in the past as so here it is.Don’t god mod. Again, it’s an obvious one, but it’s here.MEMESMemes are always open for people to send in no matter when I reblogged them. If they’re symbol memes and it’s been awhile since I reblogged it then send the text in too so I know exactly which meme you mean, but other than that memes are always openOOC memes are available for anyone to send in, even if you’re not a mutual of mine.If you want to turn an IC meme into a thread, then I ask that you continue it in a new text post.RELATIONSHIPSDo not automatically assume your character knows all about Jack. Admittedly, he is very famous and a public figure, however, that doesn’t mean that your muse would know the ins and outs of his life as he keeps personal information very close to himself and it would be highly unlikely your muse would know everything about him.Chemistry is important. my main ship for Jack is Jack/Ally. This doesn’t mean I’m not open to other relationships, however, they will be preferential to me.TAGGINGPlease make sure that you tag me in your thread and meme responses to me. Sometimes I miss things in my activity or on the dash when I’m not around and if I’m not tagged then I can’t find things. If you don’t tag me so I can easily find it, then don’t expect me to go through pages and pages of your blog to find the reply that you did.I’ll always do my best to tag triggers as described above, but I am human and could possibly slip up on occasion.NSFW will also be tagged when the situation arises. It isn’t all too often, but I will when it does come up.