Hucking Things!!!

I like to huck.
I'm not going to lie.
Hucking is a life saver...Hucking stuff..?
Well, that is just the shit.
I guess what I mean is that throwing things is a lot easier than thinking. Especially when thinking is likely to make one have some kind of dreadful revelation...I prefer to huck.

Huck stuff.
Huck stuff at stuff...
Huck stuff at ideas...
Huck ideas at words...
Huck words at lyrics...
Huck lyrics at music...
Huck music at ideas...

Then...breathe...rinse...repeat.

Or, sometimes when the stuff is all hucked you can just break stuff.

Jef

"Onstage, I make love to 25,000 different people...and go home alone."
--Janis Joplin


P.S.-There are new demos up at my myspace site...
www.myspace.com/jonesband1

Readyjones

Welcome...
Back!
My friends.
"To...the show that never ends!"

Okay,
Busting out the old tricks...
As my myspace is a few weeks old I thought it'd be fun to celebrate by
translating the, thus-far, most popular song on my site
(Skin Deep) http://www.myspace.com/jonesband1
into Japanese and back to see
what mysteries the far east has for my music...
(you and I may define fun differently)


It is Deep, Skin

I it is scurvier like Medea of tragedy,
am scurvy am the hero of tragedy of myth,
that, seems to be the black way which is life in being exactly
the trick of the light which is and therefore you beauty,
like the Hollywood movie or or it is white, well,

I it is scurvier like Medea of tragedy,
am scurvy am the hero of tragedy of myth, is, (x 2)

so all mischievous bit excluding,
with T.V. like the daughter of the preaching person of primetime it decides the hatchet,
but verifying, passing by your front entryway,
now you are troubled to watch to Sufficiently you who are,
it is not possible to do those which exactly are the blood plasma screen
you where therefore you do that inclination considered as the window shows well,

as for me it is scurvier like Medea of tragedy,
is scurvy is the hero of tragedy of myth, is, (x 2)

this which well, my psyche needs my psyche private secretary Ohio state, is needed.

But the oversize tennis ball which likes the fact that we us play with the feet
us who are attached the eye completely when the set
where the sunlight is jealous ablaze we continued to make the sunlight burn,
when the sky started crying, sort you attach the light
to the sky simultaneously with the poisonous blend,
you lived, being encircled with both sides by the problem of the sunlight which it repeats and repeats you answered and were found,
brewing machine combustion it came,

well, I it is scurvier like Medea of tragedy,
am scurvy am the hero of tragedy of myth, is, (x 2)

this which well, my psyche needs my psyche private secretary Ohio state, It needs.

Your beauty the skin deeply
Where're gonna now has known that is, it goes?
The fair skin deeply
Where're gonna now you know that is, it goes?

Cool,
"the fair skin deeply"
"to the sky simultaneously with the poisonous blend"
nice.
Thanks Japan.

"I declare that (musicians) are mutants. Prototypes of evolutionary agents sent by God, endowed with a mysterious power to create a new human species--a young race of laughing, free, men."
-acid guru, Timothy Leary

cool, what's he on? Oh, right, all the acid...EVER.

Jef

http://www.myspace.com/jonesband1

I join this century or MYSPACE

Again, while in wait for jonesband.ca.





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JONESBAND.ca (coming soon)

Hey!
Untill my website is finished I'm going to put music related updates here.

I played a couple shows in the last month.

January 3rd, 2007
Paddy Rielly's
2nd Ave. New York, NY

Setlist:

Apologize
Passing By-->
Boob Job*-->
Passing By
Feel So Old
Try To Be
Catch My Breath

*David Wilcox cover (the American one)

January 8th, 2007
Free Times Cafe
College St. West, Toronto, ON

Setlist:

Apologize--
Safety Dance*--
Feel So Old
Try to Be
Theme Song
Passing By--
Boob Job**--
Passing By
Book of Love#
Catch My Breath

*Men Without Hats cover
**David Cox cover (The American one)
# Magnetic Fields cover

I had a blast playing these shows.
I can hardly wait to do more.

Christmastime...oh, Christmastime.

So...
This is Christmas.

The afterglow of anti-climax is strewn with meh.

I genuinely like the Yule...I do.
It just gets...sorta thick, you know.
Sure this day is a big deal.
Why is that again?

Giving.
...How 'bout taking?
If we are really going to keep celebrating the birth of a messiah by stealing-er, I mean,
co-opting pagan tradition I feel like maybe the stealing should be the point. Or at least it should get more play.

Recieving.
Eternal life?
You know what eternal feels like? The five hours between presents and dinner.
Now that shit is eternal.

Commerce.
I'm a big fan of hypocrisy and happenstance.
It says in the Bible that tax-collectors will be condemned to hell (or at least eternal suffering).
Most purchased gifts are, of course, taxed.
Now think about all the poor shopkeepers and minimum wagers that just got lured into Lucifer's work in the name of the dude (that would be baby JC) the very act offends.
This is the kind of thing I love about people.

Goodwill.
I saw a little girl hug a homeless guy yesterday.
I thought it was sweet.
Her mom screamed at her.


I'm not actually all that cynical.
It just feels like people want a day to wash away all the bad
in a fell swoop.
A safe haven from the struggle...as if that isn't the point anyway.
A day to feel like everything is going to be alright.

A Yom Kippur for gentiles.
But...
when it turns out to be just a sort of elitist Hanukkah it's a downer.


Where is Linus and a spotlight when you need him?

Merry Christmas
Jef

A new Mantra

Here's a thing I found...


I am who I am. This is excellent.

I will not hope.
Hope is apology. Apology is weakness. Weakness sucks.
I am not weak.
Hope is the fantasy of the weak and the refuge of the failed.
I will not hope.

I will not censor myself.
It is impossible to offend those I trust.
To fear this is to destroy trust.
Trust is the vehicle of confidence.

Confidence is absolute.
Being unsure is failure. Ongoing analysis is failure.
I will not fail. I will not analyze. I will experience.
I will react. I will not manipulate.
I will be right.
I am confident.

Action is existence. Analysis is death.
Truth is in the blink of an eye, while lies fester in the conscious mind.
Reaction prolongs life. Reflection hastens its end.
If there is time to assess it’s already gone.
I will live my life. I will not kill it as I go.

I am who I am. This is excellent.

Free...freed...free-ed?

Anyway...

I had plans, now I don't.
Sunday night. Whatever.
In the grand scheme of things this is not a big deal, of course.
It is however, a furtherance of an alarming trend.

In the past seven days no less than nine people have broken eleven plans with me.

I've been trying to avoid being paranoid but this seems ridiculous.

I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing...but to no avail.

Lots in life are not always up to oneself but...too often mine seems to be vacant.

When did I become such a miserable prick?

Jef