Evan Taylor Jones band Promotional Team Recruit Letter

You've been recruited!

Hey friends and fans! Happiest New Year to you and welcome to 2011; a new opportunity for better opportunities. I am so excited for what has happened thus far and what will happen in the future. As you all know, I'm in a band and have been gigging for quite some time now. It's going great but it can surely pick up. How?

We need your help. For awhile now, the band and I have been devising some plans to better our music scene. Some things have worked and some things have failed. But after all, is that not what trying is for. Never stop trying. Anyway, we've come to the conclusion that we all have some great friends who are also fans of ours and would love to help us in anyway that they can. Nothing crazy, but if at all that is the case for the select sum tagged to this post, then please help us.

Here's the dealio: You would be promoting us, The Evan Taylor Jones band. How? Easy. We will give you the information and passwords to our websites and even make a band twitter account to use. Now, we only need about 15 of you, but if any more of you would like to help, by all means, do so and thanks in advance. Onward; you would also be our street team. Meaning, we would send you the flyer links and money to print out flyers for up and coming shows and you would print them out and post them in hot spots on the street (preferably close to the venue and/or downtown and/or any music scene in the area where you are located). From there, IF there are any pre-sale tickets needing to be sold, we would hand a majority amount over to you, divided equally amongst you all and have you sell them on the street as well. You would be given goals and incentives. For example, sell X amount of pre-sale tickets and get into the show for free. Or, gain us X amount of followers on twitter by a certain date and you get into the next show for free. Things like that. Now, when I write 'on the street' I don't mean like a homeless person or hippie trying to hitch a ride with your thumb out. I mean word of mouth and friends of friends. We've all got friends, so this will definitely work.

What's in it for you?

Assuming that you meet the goals and incentives you all would get into EVERY show for free, ALL and any merchandise that we have at the time or new merchandise that comes out would be given to you for free (CDs, shirts, buttons, etc), and you would have access to all the information dealing with the band (band fund, internet access, blogs, rehearsals, promotional videos, music videos, recording etc.). Now, if I were a regular kid in college who liked good music and had a few friends that they knew, I would definitely enjoy the benefits of being apart of their promotional team! I have faith that this band will progress and get into the bigger scene, making more money to the point where the 6 individuals in the band no longer need day jobs or schooling. I'm talking the big bucks, big lights, big stages, and even bigger crowds. Don't you want to join the ride ahead of time?

So, who's in? Let me know. I figure we should schedule some sort of dinner meeting or meeting in general with all who want to be apart of this. And honestly, it's not hard work. There's no breaking backs or anything like that. No scamming to get what one needs. It's about building a fan base; a community, networking. So if you're in and you like the idea, COMMENT on this post and we'll go from there.

Loving,

Evan Taylor Jones

On The First Day

When I was little and got into trouble, my Mother would, at times, give me what was called a "whoopin'." But there were those days where I would get into trouble, and the anticipation of her giving me my physical consequence stirred me up so much that I would cry; so hard that my brothers would laugh at me and make fun of me. And so, my Mother would take me into her room, with a belt in hand. Only this time and every time i cried and was made fun of, she would lay me down in her bed and hold me and tell me how much she loved me and hated giving me a whoopin'. And On The First Day that that happened, I felt truth in my Mothers love for me...




When i was 13, my Mother was diagnosed with cancer of the lymphnodes. Developed from pneumonia, the doctors caught the disease too late and it had spread throughout her body in just 3 months. She would need to be hospitalized and treated as soon as possible and as much as possible. All the while, I had my national tournaments for basketball going on; traveling from state to state and competing for what I thought was my life. In between commutes I would ask my Step-Father how she was doing. He finally got to telling me that she wasn't going to make it and if I could, I would need to fly back to see her before she died. I stayed. She passed and I couldn't believe my selfishness. All because I didn't want to cry anymore and have to feel the heaviness of losing the only women in my life. And On The First Day that I got back home, I told myself that I needed to find truth in my love for my family and put them first before any of my personal goals and aspirations...

When i was 18 years old, I met peace and my first guitar. Named after my Mother's middle name, Marie, I never put her down; played her until I slept at night. All I could dream about was music and the sound that I would produce the next day. And On The First Day that i decided that I wanted to embark in music, i made a promise that I would only be happy, all the time...

When i was 19, I met my girlfriend and love of my life. Park Avenue was lit up more than ever that night. It still stands; $5 goes a long way. I had no idea that her simple generosity at a bar would lead me to loving her. What if I would've never seen her that night? I couldn't imagine. She is everything and more; an omniscient being in the ways of my heart. After finding out what she had gone through and was continuing to go through, all I wanted to do was help her and be there for her. I have never wanted to do something so simple for someone. That is all I've been looking for; for someone to bring the simplicity out of me and my heart. Yes she's feisty, impatient, and a true stress maker at times but Nicolina-Beth Walker loves me, Evan Taylor Jones. And On The First Day that I kissed her, I thanked her for blessing me with another shot at love...




What's your story? What happened for you On The First Day? Today is a new day, a new year and each moment deserves a new joyous memory. Drink a little drink. Smoke a little smoke. Be Merry and devote yourself to love!

Happiest New Year,

Evan

When the day dies down, do you? For the 'Milk and Cookies Foundation' -Providing Comfort to those in Need

Happy Holidays all. Hope that everyone had and is still having a blast; keeping in touch with family and loving them more and more every day. This holiday has been my favorite so far. I got to enjoy Thanksgiving with a new family, meet new people and eat lots of new foods AND sip some new smooth alcoholic beverages might I add. Great times. Great laughs, all in the name of love and happiness. All that is great, but I begin to wonder; who's missing out?

A Mother of our band began a mission to better mine and my bands fan base this fall by booking us fall festivals that would give us little pay but lots of exposure. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. We have been playing great but people these days are so into the radio and horrific music with no sophistication at all. But anyway, a gentlemen by the name of Joe O'Leary told Mamma Ryan that he had set out on his own mission to better life for kids in need over the holiday. He said it shook up to hear David Letterman say, "There are kids eating dirt, just to know what a full belly feels like." This is such a true statement that still seems to go unanswered and unattended to. Why? We must make an answer. Parents, would you like it if your child were in this situation? How would that make you feel as a parent? Lets do something.

For all folks reading this blog post, be sure to read this one too:

http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=168409473189845

By doing so, not only can you read and get a feel for ways to help support but you can begin helping by pressing "Like" on Joe's facebook page:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Milk-and-Cookies-Providing-Comfort-to-those-in-Need/164293873592275



You're not done yet. Go the extra mile and watch the video. Share it and become one with the program and the cause:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9FslIl2R-I

I stand right behind Joe O'Leary, Mamma Ryan and this cause to create a better life for kids across the nation; so much that I have written a song for its efforts. The song is titled, "Happy Child" and was written within minutes by myself and my brother Trenard Allan Jones. I got the message on the day before Thanksgiving to come up with some material for the cause, and good thing was that I had already had melodies just laying around that were either going to be thrown away or given away. I couldn't help but be apart of this. As I kid who once lived in the closest thing to poverty, it was just the right thing to do. For the children, NOT for fame, one day I will sing it around the world, mending hearts and bringing joy to the needy, again and again. I cannot wait. Will you be with US?



Back to the Mother of the band, Mamma Ryan and her helping with mine and my bands fan base; THIS cause is what she came up with. She couldn't have drawn it up in a better way. Our fan base will soon be people with open hearts willing to help in anyway they can; true, honest, genuine fans who support sophistication in music and a grand group of good guys; The Evan Taylor Jones band. Perfect. This is a true case of "Give and it will come back to you."

So go that extra mile, day or night, rain or shine. When the day dies down, will you?



ETJ

Up to All Good

I feel like some, to almost all of life is a dream; like soon we'll all be waking up to something new and improved; a heaven perhaps, since I am a believer. But maybe I feel all hazy partially because I like to live on cloud 9. Even in my bad i can find good. It's all I'm up to these days...

I could say I've been slacking, not writing a whole lot, but that's just not the case. I have been writing; songs just not blogs. I find myself being inspired by catchy phrases and dirty words. I recently rote a song about how sex and love are made differently, titled, "There's A Difference" and in that I wrote an old punch line: "I said patience child, for the best love comes to those who wait it out." Indeed, I wasn't talking so much about loving someone, yet loving what someone has, seductively. It's funky.

The rest of my time has been spent with the sweetest girl in my world; my girlfriend. "Is it love? Well it could be. "Cause baby you move me." That line is from a song I wrote for her. I am moved; love the girl. She's exactly like me. In a dark room, she's the light that allows me to see myself. I'm black; it ain't easy. She's caring to the max, artistic, stubborn, impatient, and most of all, she's loving me. Sneak peak of what love looks does?



When writing a song for someone, you have to remember that it's never about you. Your feelings should reflect theirs'. Otherwise, the song shouldn't be written for that person. THis as a tad different for me and my most recent writings for a friend. I wrote for and with a mother. Miss Lisa Walker is a champion to say the least. She wrote lyrics in 2008 and had been looking for a singer/songwriter to finish the job and add music and touch up on a few lines. And so, I became her daughter's boyfriend and began sketching old melodies that I hadn't written to. For me, putting old melodies to old lyrics is a must. This way, you're automatically used to what you hear and/or what you've been hearing. If that doesn't make sense, this will: It took me 7 minutes in total, to place a tune, add lyrics and do a simple transcript for the song. Songs like that are ones that become hits and masterpieces. I was so touched by the song and the words and the situation of the heart of the person. It was almost inevitable; coincidence. I needed to help with this song. "Standing in this world so alive. Yet afraid, wishing fear would evaporate." Thank you Miss Walker for giving me another reason to be inspired.

Well who says I've been slacking and up to no good? Hopefully none of you. Seems as though folks are gaining more faith in me and what I love doing; singing songs, creating and playing music. Uh-oh, I'm blogging again...

Up to All Good,

ETJ

Look what My Women Built Me

Good to be back again; writing that is. Seems these days, that my only free time has come from seat 34D on a 4 hour plane ride to Oregon. Scary; I'm supposed to be blogging more. Well, at least I haven't completely stopped writing. I've been pooping out songs like I have a viral disease. This is cool though. I feel official, the way I have walked through the airport with my guitar and have had people look at me as if I'm already famous; as if I've already made it. Hmm, maybe it's the shades. My gal texted me when I told her about it all and she wrote, "You feel cool huh?" I must admit, I do. But I'd be cold as ice if she were here...

More on her; I told myself before I got into a relationship that I wanted a girl who went out of her way for me. This girl doesn't do that. No! She goes above and beyond, sacrificing everything for me. It's amazing and I love it. It makes me want to work harder to make her and I work, forever. In my eyes that's how it should be. Oops, a gentlemen just passed by my seat and stepped on my foot. Random, but maybe he's not a gentlemen after all because he didn't say sorry. But I continue. Love is not supposed to be like filling out applications for jobs. No one trying to fall in love wants to know if their other half is available or not. That's supposed to be a given. You build your foundation first from what I learned from playing with leggos as a kid. Same rules apply for a relationship. So I; we; her and I are doing the right things and it's great...



She built me this. it's a wall. It's our wall. We've taken quite a bit of pictures over the month and a half that we've been together and compiled ones that have been our favorites; there wasn't one that we left out. We love them all. I got so damn lucky dating a photographer. This girl is focused. She takes her camera everywhere and just takes shots of random things and then does little to no editing for a final touch. She's going to be attending a very prestigious photography school in Daytona State College. It's a school specifically for the art of photography. There, she will better her skills, get her degree and I assume, open up her own company. I told her though, in a joking-ish way, that if it all didn't work out, she could be me and my bands tour photographer. How cool would that be, to travel with your girlfriend. You sing, she shoots. Partners in crime 'til death do us part...

Last night as I was packing my clothes for my vacation to Oregon, I noticed she had been laying down with the covers over herself. At first, I was a little upset because she was absolutely no help to me and she was supposed to be assisting me. I'm a guy; I have zero to very little packing savvy. She ended up not helping me at all and so towards the end of my packing, after hours or so (way too long of time for packing) I lied down with her because I knew that this girl was serious about missing me. All my anger was shot. I had no reason to be. I would rather her poop on my clothes and still say she missed me than for her to not care at all. And it suddenly occurred to me that she hadn't only built that wall of pictures, but she had been building a wall in me, protecting my heart from so many things; intimidation, dishonest, disrespect, carelessness, negativity, war, shame; hell. She moves me in such a way, at such and early time in our relationship that for once in my life I have become patient and will wait gratefully for our future. I love her and I told her, once I fell in love I would just sit and cry. And so here I am, in seat 34D on a Continental Airline Plane to Oregon, feeling my heart sink with dried tear ducks from lack of medicine to treat my chronic sinusitis. I can only cry on the inside at this point. "Got me falling from the sky girl you're everything I've wished I could have."

Next time any of you feel connected or protected in anyway by your other half, do not be alarmed. It's just the right wall that needs to be built; a wall bringing you two together is a wall made of love.

100% to 100%,

ETJ

written from Seat 34D on 11/18/2010

Big Bad 20

I feel it; 20 years of age has slapped me in the face and hard, definitely leaving a mark. God said let there be light; again. It's like not even a day after I turned 20, I felt as if I had to do what I used to know as, "Grown-up things." Between paying bills and.. Paying bills, I managed to... Pay more bills. My job was and is no longer a job that made money for my own luxuries. The saying goes as follows, "I got shit to do today."

It wasn't so bad in the beginning of turning twenty. You know me, I love to exaggerate on a few points to make a dramatic and outstanding appeal for my writings. But I cannot lie; after last night, shit just hit the fan. Have you read or heard of the saying in the bible that reads/says, "Your sins will find you out?" I live by that saying, now. Last night, my Step-Father, who I love so much, informed me that he found an opened condom rapper in my bathroom toilet. Somehow, it had "swam" up with the flow of the water as he flushed the toilet. Now; I could've done two things. A) Lie. and B) Lie some more. I would have, had I still been 19 years old. See, there's a difference. There comes a time when your old man knows that you are becoming and old man. The look on is face; the flare and fear in his eyes; the shake of his hands; all of which brought me to tears shortly after he spoke to me. Him, being all I've got and having helped raised me since I was 8 years old; I never ever want to disappoint him nor see him hurt because of my actions, and clearly, I did both. Ladies and gents, a case of killing two birds with one stone...

"So, what'd you learn, Evan?" I learned not to use a condom? Just kidding. What I really learned is not to flush my condom rapper down the toilet? Okay, seriously, I learned that I'm going to have to make some changes in my life. There is nothing impossible in this world through the work of the Most High. I do believe the reason I feel so much pressure being 20 is because I'm beginning to think that as I grow older, I can make it on my own, without walking by faith. False. I'm going to need him more. As written before, all things are possible through Christ. So, I'm going to work on my maturity and ability to say no to hormones and live high and righteously. I've got to, no matter what my girlfriend thinks. As far as I know, she should probably work on her sexual self-control too (Tisk Tisk. She's more of an animal than I am ;)). Togetherness; that's right. We'll do it together... Practice self-control, that is.

I apologize for the "Too Much Information" factor, but I'm very open to sharing my life with you, the reader. To my Step-Father; I love you, and again, I apologize God Bless you and thank you for always putting up with my craziness. I'm your son. Can you tell? 20 never felt so... Big. 20 never felt so... Bad. This is life and it's never too late to start over and make changes. Why not have fun on the journey and change for the better, best, and most positive? Indeed, I shall.

Evan

Stop this Train

"No; I'm not colored blind. I know the world is black and white. Try to keep an open mind but, I just can't sleep on this tonight..." -John Mayer from the lyrics of "Stop this Train"

In life, there are always going to be things that you don't agree with; things that shake you up; things that break you down and make you act like someone you don't want to be. But it only makes sense. You're not acting differently because you're only human. Life hits us in many ways. The punches can sometimes be like the best fruit punch you've ever tasted or they can give us the bluest black eye you've ever encountered. The good thing is that God never gives us anything we can't handle. That alone gives me clarity; strength to go on and live this life knowing that I can never stop this train...

"Don't know how else to say it; don't want to see my parents go. One generation away from finding life out on my own. So scared of getting older. I'm only good at being young..." -John Mayer from the lyrics of "Stop this Train"

I lost my Mother at age 13. Writing this today, I still can't tell you how I overcame such a tough time. I honestly don't think it was even in my hands. There were so many times that I wanted to give up and just delete myself from the world; times, now, where I sit and ask myself why am I here. But I know the answer to that. I've got to continue the legacy of my Mother. I've got to be positive and make others happy. I've got to write about my life through song, good and bad, love and lack there of. I've simply got to live. My Step-Father is the best thing that has ever happened in my life. For a man to continue to raise children that are not of his blood; I don't ever want to see him go. The joy of knowing that If I were to stop this train, I'm stopping the train for many others, again gives me clarity; strength to go on and live this life knowing that I can never stop this train...

"Stop this train. I want to get off and go home again. I can't take the speed it's moving in. I know I can because now I see I'll never stop this train..." -John Mayer from the lyrics of "Stop this Train"

Last night I was aware that a friend, brother, and band mate of mine is now in the war of his life. The pending divorce of his parents; the complication of miscommunication; the fault of who's to blame. I can only be there for him. I can't tell him how to feel nor should I because we are all different. One thing I will say is that it is not his fault; "Dylan, it's not you're fault." He asked a fellow Mother of the band, "What am I supposed to do? I love them both." She responded, "All you can do is love them." Love is, so far, the realist phenomenon on earth. Love is all that broken relationship needs. Love is the core of the earth. Why else do you think the human kind can not get to it? For my brother, DK; I love you. We love you. You are going to make it out of the war. Know that it could be worse. Know that your parents love you and they never meant for it to happen this way. You do your best to be sure about the person you marry and sometimes it just doesn't work out. It's life. Don't stop this train...

"Once in awhile, when it's good, it'll feel like it should and they're all still around and you're still safe and sound and you don't miss a thing 'til you cry when you're driving away in the dark..." -John Mayer from the lyrics "Stop this Train"

I probably shouldn't be saying this, but I know there are at least 100 people who read my blog posts everyday. But I've got to get this off my chest as a reflection of my own observation of a certain person. She knows who she is. Here goes...

I was right. But you know, I'm not celebrating like I used to, nor am I saying I told you so. Someone else's heartbreak is not something to get pleasure from. I just want to apologize maturely. If you only knew how quick I'd kill to make you happy and keep you smiling; even if it meant lying to you, in which I have in the past so many times about so many things. I was trying to keep you happy and us close together in the worst way and I had no idea how deep of a hole I was digging until that day we let go and it felt like I was six feet under; death on earth. I will say, I never lied to you about loving you; never. It's crazy how something always inspires me to go back to writing about you. With everything that happened last night with my friends parents, God just told me to apologize and at least let you know that everything that happened between us was my fault, not yours. I was immature and greedy. The reason I never spoke to you after it all fell was because I always wanted the next words I said to you to be my apology. I just couldn't come around to it until now. I am sorry. I understand if you never want to talk to me again. But please understand that I never lied to you about loving you and though I have a wonderful girlfriend at the moment, I still think about you and how I hurt you. We all want love and to be loved and sometimes we do wrong, out of immaturity, thinking we're getting closer to love. If we do right and we're still not loved, then the saying still stands; don't give up and never stop this train...



This concludes the book you the reader knew as "Everything." The title of the book is now called "War" and with the up and onward success of my career, the book will soon be published and copies will be made for readers to have a book of their own.