Jones'n and things

Hucking Things!!!

2007-03-04T21:18:00.000-05:00

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

2007-02-17T16:24:00.000-05:00

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

2007-01-28T20:30:00.000-05:00

Again, while in wait for jonesband.ca.

Check me out!

JONESBAND.ca (coming soon)

2007-01-25T23:20:00.000-05:00

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.

2006-12-25T19:39:00.000-05:00

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

2006-12-19T20:30:00.000-05:00

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?

2006-12-10T17:49:00.000-05:00

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

Led

2006-11-28T08:29:00.000-05:00

As it turns out...

I'm new to hatred.

For the first time...I hate people.
Specific people...not just everyone.

I've never actually felt like this about any human beings before.
It's weird.
What's funny to me is that this sort of feeling could never have happened between myself and strangers.
It's like friendship and trust and loyalty led me to hatred...
--Oh yeah-also, there were these two c*nts I know.
It's not really fair to just blame my good intentions.

I feel kinda bad about the fact that I would be more inclined to be kind to a serial killer than to these folks that I was once trusting of.
But then...I hate them...so I don't feel that bad.

Hmph...
I thought I was out of firsts.

That's weirdly hopeful...

Inverse

2006-11-23T09:19:00.000-05:00

Hellloooooo!?!?

Hey.

I thought this internet thing was popular.
Where are all the people?
Helllloooo?

What has become of this "new age of communication"?

You know, I'm a fan of New York City.
I've always been amazed how easy it is for people to feel alone there.
A higher population density in the U.S. or Canada simply does not exist.
So many opportunities and yet soooo much solitude.
It's like there's an inverse relationship or something.
Like when a circuit gets too much voltage it just blows.

I think we do.
Maybe we already have.

Hello?
Helllooooo?!?!?!

I should just check out facebook.

Jef

Less Funk, More ARRRGH!

2006-11-19T21:40:00.000-05:00

I missed an episode of a show I like.
I can't make the "online replay" work.
I am upset.
It sounds stupid, I know.
And yet...

This gets to the heart of my completism.
I'm sure I'll be able to pick up what I missed...but I missed something.
I know that I did and...it burns...IT BURNS!!!

Yah, I'm screwed.

Have a nice day,
Jef

Funk

2006-11-13T10:12:00.000-05:00

Deep, deep.

Look, it's not that I'm too old to deal with this.

"This" being an unrequited situation that is exposing a severe patience defficiancy on my part.

I just can't add up the math in any other way.
I'm too excellent to deal with this.
Seriously.
Stop snickering.
I'm fairly phenomenal.
Fairly.

It's taken a hell of a long time for me to come to this conclusion and it kills me that I'm apparently the only one who has...(although this too is probably [well, certainly] my fault).

I just don't want to wait for others to realize.
And, I certainly don't want to watch them do what they'll need to do to come to the same conclusion...

I'm tired of being sad.

Jef

Still

2006-11-03T20:06:00.000-05:00

Jones'n.

It's official.

2006-10-29T20:33:00.000-05:00

"Go away" is the new "I love you".

Jef

All Y'all

2006-10-29T01:06:00.000-05:00

Fuck.

I'm a little drunk.

I'm not going to lie.

I wonder what I've done.
I feel like I've done something, but I don't know what it is.
I do know something though.
Some...things.

I sincerely wish I could introduce other people to the me I can't avoid.
I feel like that would go a long way...
Round.

It seems like I have a service-industry type relationship with my own life.
It's wierd...
Would you like fries with that?

Y'all come back now,

Jef

Oh and Also...

2006-10-23T22:24:00.000-04:00

Come onnnnnnnn!

This angsty shit is honest but man,
whining online feels an awful lot like talking thoughfully
to a stuffed animal...or a poster of David Hasselhoff.

Jef

Unprecedented

2006-10-23T22:09:00.000-04:00

Dented though.

My involvement on this netty thing seems to be inversely proportionate
to any particularity successful involvement in actual life.

Not that I'm wounded in particular...just not a lot of flight.

I have a problem...
I can't quite differentiate betwixt ill will and no will.
So I end up feeling like the thing that's wrong.

What upsets me more is that folks seem to expect more of me, and when I smash my
pretty head on the bar...I feel like I can't jump.

Then the infuriation starts when others can't see (or ignore) this painfully obvious flaw that governs my anxiety.

You see the thing is...

I don't want to be anyone but me...
...but I wish someone would stop to actually meet that person.

Jef

3 Days Running

2006-10-23T00:28:00.000-04:00

Yeah...

There's nothing like being made to feel like the problem
to make you want to kick something in the throat.

Nice.

Jef

Fill this, full.

2006-10-21T23:41:00.000-04:00

I think the assumption that those who annoy us are ignorant is mean.
It just seems to me that it is difficult to feel annoying and remain un-annoying.
It's like some sort of causal annoyance loop.
...and in it someone who is already prone to annoying behaviour is caught.
Mean.
Tisk

I too have been accused of fulfilling my own prophecies.
That's just too convenient to say...
Aren't their two people here?

Besides, at what point is a self-fulfilling prophecy
just succeeding at something?
Even if the plan is 'neath my conscious, maybe my
un-side knows more than all of your sides.

I'm just saying...

Jef

Smeh.

2006-10-21T00:42:00.000-04:00

I know not what to write...yet I feel as though I should write...

..."you know, just to fuckin write".

How 'bout...

I am currently listening to two men twice my age rock out.
Their 60's don't appear to be hampering them as they are kicking considerable ass.
A skill which most of my current and former colleagues and compatriots have long since lost
their ability to do (in favour of something gross too...polish and acceptence...blech).

I'm listening to geezers out live everyone I've ever met and I'm reminded of something that
I once said...

...and, as it turns out, I was forced to take back at the time because people I made the mistake of respecting thought that "arriving" was more important than the journey.

With your kind permission I would like to re-own this statement...to take it back in reverse, a "versing", if you will...as a sort of "Fuck You" to those who worry about looking good to those who are too busy trying to look good to notice:

"Shooting for the level you're at is nothing but self-taxidermy. It's vain and pathetic all at once!"

You all can come with if you want...but I'm not staying here to be stuffed.

Jef

...thanks for all the fish.

2006-10-18T17:57:00.001-04:00

I have a love/hate relationship with humanity.

I see the conflict of interest.

Stupidity sticks in my craw...but goofiness is glorious.
Ignorance is annoying yet naivete is enthralling.
Timid is boring but mousiness is addictive.

and

Nerds are nerds but geeks are...well, me.

I am beleagured by the quagmire of my little internal clash of titanic interests.
Humantity sucks...
...and so do I.
I suck therefore I am.

This conflict is a mountain but...climbing it is everything.

Cool,
Jef

Oi!

2006-10-18T17:57:00.000-04:00

Vey.

We're number 2! We're number 2!!!

2006-10-04T23:31:00.000-04:00

Man.
(not that number 2...although it's not that far off)

Is the top too much to ask?
Once?

I suppose this is just ego...but I hate the also ran position.
Seperation anxiety mixed with a "grass is always greener" complex'll leave you there, t'would seem.
So I guess the key is to not let anyone "settle" for oneself.
Cool.
Easy.
no problem...right?

Man, I hope I can do that up.
That settling shit is so insulting.

Jef

Free and Clear

2006-10-01T14:44:00.000-04:00

The Spartans.
Simple.
Sitting in an empty world waiting to do a job.
I think there's beauty in that.
I even think that there is the root of creative genius in that.

Simple.
A simple plan...
Keep it simple stupid...

It's become increasingly clear to me that there is a fine line between friendship and diversion.
The simplest explanation is this:
A diversion is something that, while fun or entertaining, comes with the eventual realization that you could (or should) have been doing something else. A sort of resentment or regret sets in.

Me, I've never for a second resented my friends.
Not my true friends. I simply can't.
They've never let me down.
Even when I've been nearing the bottom and the fall doesn't seem like much.
My friends know enough to know that this little fall is all I have left.
That's a real friend.

Trouble is...sometimes you have to be dropped on your head to remember who your friends are.

Jef

Amputation

2006-09-25T22:45:00.000-04:00

Cuttin and a snippin.

It's supposed to be good for you, in the long run.
...and I just keep running.

I'll let you know if it works, beyond your limbs, I mean.

Meh.

Stings, though...and it's messy.

Jef

Down, Down, Descending I Go.

2006-09-17T19:16:00.000-04:00

"Roger, go at throttle up."
-from the space shuttle Jan. 1986

It's dark here.
Do you ever feel like you're playing a Chinese finger puzzle with your entire body?
Have you ever wondered where the person you are went?
...and who left this lame emo kid in your place?

Essentially I don't feel like anyone knows me.
But those who think they do seem to have "closed the book" on who I am and have no interest in learning more.
It's a lot easier to base conclusions on things past then to hear what I'm saying in the moment.
I get it.
But it feels like the worst insult ever. Like, if you could emasculate a person form the inside out.
To the bone.

Trouble is, true change is born out of revolution.
True revolution is born out camaraderie.
camaraderie is about sharing.
...and it's very dark in here.

I suppose that I am tired of being the person that cares more.
I guess I'm tired of being the one who tries too hard.
I'm tired of feeling hopeful.
I'm just tired.

I don't know how to be the me I've known my whole life...and the me that shows is a douche
...while the people whom I hold dear are done with me.

Motherfucker.