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.

The Plove Monster

Have you heard of The Plove Monster? Have you seen him? He's living in your neighborhoods, your schools, and even in your homes. Don't be alarmed if at some point after reading this you begin to notice the characteristics of the monster...

The Plove Monster is a simple monster who was once a human, living with the mind set that the world revolved around him and his priorities were to be taken care of by the world. Little did he know, he was causing war between friends, family and all others in between. In reading this you must believe that all this crazy world needs is Peace and Love. Now, put this those two together and you get a little thing called, Plove...

So the human goes on through life slowly watching himself change and not thinking anything of it because of his arrogant mind. We are all perfect in our own way but none of us are more perfect than another; which the he, the ignorant human thought. To continue, at the age of about 16, he is now the complete monster and everyone around him notices. The friends he has have little to no trust in him because he is now a monster and they are all terrified. What does this create? Loneliness. No friends. Immediate humbleness...

Now that the uman is a monster and is up to no good, it realizes that there is no fun and, better yet, goal to life living like a monster; destroying the priority of peace and love, throughout the world. So, it sets out on a journey to change by way of becoming genuine again, and genuinely preaching peace and love being the only necessity, worldwide. We were all born genuine and innocent. As we grow older, we those things tend to deteriorate...

Let's bring this into reality now. The human/Plove Monster was once me. Can you tell?



I was once the arrogant ass face who thought that the world was my paradise to be praised for. I had the smarts, the athletic life of a champion, the looks, and the girls. What more could a teenager ask for? Oh yea; peace among others and love among self and others. That was a big hole to fill, but I did so through change. Now don't close the book yet; there are still characteristics of that old human, that still comes out of me at times. I'm not the most perfect, but at the same time, neither are you. So who are we to judge each other? Be courteous of the imperfections of the world by working peacefully together, in love, to make it a better place for you an for me and the entire human race, as said by Michael Jackson. There are some "bad" things about me that I would never change simply because they allow me to be confident, speak freely, and have the artist savvy that I posses today. Cool?

In advance, I continue to apologize because I know that there are people that I offend everyday. I know I don't come off as genuine with everything I do and say, but at least believe that music has changed my life and that I love you; yes, you and you and you too. Please not that I do not sing to knock panties off of seductive women. I'm currently in a relationship right now with a wonderful young lady. Yes, she's my girlfriend, in reality and virtually for all you faceboogers and tweeps. I am, indeed, a strong believe in Jesus Christ and in that realm, I am pro-choice knowing that this world and everyone on it will never be perfect. So, why even try to be? be you and the way God made you...

Preaching and practicing peace and love,

Evan

The Nature of Patience through Faith

In the month of June, I set out on a break from almost everything that could better my future, simply to reevaluate my life. In doing so, I noticed that I became more real and that before I can be confident and optimistic, I have to live this life of reality first. Once I began to realize that, everything seemed to fall into place and pick up just as I wanted it to. Faithfully, I was beginning to believe that this (music) is what my life looks like...

There was one thing that I did forget though, and that was how to be patient. I don't think I've ever been patient for anything in anyway. It's just the one thing I had no belief nor faith in. Whether it was sports, love, music or life rolling on in general, I was so impatient. I couldn't even sit on a toilet and wait for all of my poop to come out. Embarrassing? I'd say so. But check this out...





Nature, indeed, works together to slowly create beauty, encompassing... US. You think nature is patient? It has to be; like babies growing teeth and then having them fall out again, nature blooms and blossoms time and time again, to become more beautiful; as babies do blossoming into great young men and women...





It says in the bible that a man who walks by faith and not by site is a man never walking alone. Face it, no one likes to be alone in anything. More towards the whole impatient pooping, I've had poop races with my band boys just to fill that hole of loneliness. It's pretty relieving. But anyway; think about how much better you will feel if you work, faithfully and patiently for something you love and you actually succeed in getting to it or getting it. It's a feeling of being on top of the world. Wouldn't you want to feel... High?

Through every journey there are hills, mountains, barriers, burdens, and obstacles. But have you the right people to back you up every step of the way, you can conquer anything. I've been with an amazing band of 6 for about 5 months now and we've been through so much together; good and bad, but beyond everything, we've been faithful and patient with each other. Without a doubt, THAT ALONE, is why we've gotten this far. Many people don't know or believe in us, but they will definitely see and be shocked about what our future holds. Yes, the FAITHFUL haters...



It took a lot of faith and patience to look this good! Just kidding, totally. But I will say, it took a lot of faith and patience to keep a smile on my face like I do now. I'm genuinely happy; loving life, and making music that matters. I've got a great head on my shoulders, a great girl in my life, and a great group of people surrounding me. Life? As we know it; The Nature of Patience through Faith.

Room 128 B

I guess, before I knew that I'd be teaching, I had no real motivation for it. Yes, I love kids, but that is what they all say. I never got to live out my childhood because of the death of my Mother; not blaming her at all, just wishing I could have had two more years to enjoy being the kid who picked his nose and wiped it on classmates; because after all, when you're thirteen, you begin to really count the days to where you're actually growing up. Who knew I'd grow up in a day? Teaching at the elementary school has given me my "child-like wildlife" back, and I love it...



What do kids want these days? To answer that, I would say to freely express themselves. Most parents would read that response and say, "Oh God, You'd be a horrible Parent." But think about it, honestly; at the end of the day, a kid is going to want to do absolutely, positively, nothing, but simply sit and reflect on the events of the day. Men, women, who are grown up, we do it all the time, just in a more mature way. Call it gossip. But I continue; give a child your ear and they'll give you their life story along with all of their gratitude. Do it again, and they'll treat you like you're the only person on earth that listens. How special is that?

A child had come into my room, 128 B of Timber Lakes Elementary School, and had asked to use the restroom, right away. I could've easily let her go, but instead, I said, "Hello to you too," in a sarcastic way. She smiled and began with a proper greeting and from there I began to ask her what her day was like. I have, in my room, a bulletin board that is called, "The Adjective Box." The adjective box is a place for feelings. "Today, I Am..."



During the kids free time they must present an adjective explaining how they are feeling on a particular day. So the child began telling me how she was feeling and why; mind you, we spoke for over thirty minutes. Now, go up a few lines or so and read about her urgency to use the restroom... See what I mean?

I am so grateful and positively effected by these kids. My 5th graders especially. With my birthday being today, I do not, at all, feel as if I've turned twenty. I'm still loose, in shape, and can hang with the best of them. I still crack jokes, pick my nose, and eat my boogers (not true). But I do feel as if I'm recreating my childhood at times.





These kids are full of surprises and always have the ability to put a smile on my face and because I listen to them, they listen to me. I am able to lecture them, give them rules and regulations, and have them do their homework without them hating me; all because I simply take time out of my day to listen to them and give them time to express themselves. It is powerful...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0oqd7dfh1g8

I wrote a song for the kids, entitled, "You've Got It Now." Above is a link of the live recording of its acoustic version. Click it and give it a listen. The song is about everything that happens on the first day of school, no matter what grade, preferably in elementary school; the butterflies, the meeting of the new friends, the assigned seats, and the feelings at the end of the day. Any grown up who is a kid at heart can surely relate, so I believe that you will enjoy my song of inspiration. Soon, I wish to make a mini-documentary. I might as well. I'll be there all year...



I'd love to take this time out to thank all of the wonderful kids in room 128 B for being spectacular thus far. I will continue to give you my ear with the return of your respect. I love you all. Thank you for bringing my childhood back.

With an open ear and heart for greater things,

Evan

Songs on The Shi**er

What's the craziest thing you've ever done? Some would probably say something along the lines of a drug or some type of murderous scandal. Well, for one, this isn't the ghetto (where I live) and two, I've got people to positively inspire. So in saying that, If I were asked that question above, I would say, "One of the craziest things that I've done and continue to do, is write songs while sitting on the toilet, pooping."





For those of you who don't know, pooping is a delightful pleasure. Studies show, that for some, pooping is known as a meditation or medicinal for those in a stressful state of mind. Keep in mind, I am no doctor nor am I a faithful patient to this theory, but I will say, whenever I am feeling heavy and I need to lighten up mentally and physically, the shitter is my place of pouring out my feelings inside and out. That sounded epically gross but I must confess; it is the greatest activity I've come across in a long time...

There were times in my life and career where I stumbled upon brain farts and mind constipation. It was like hitting a dead end. Those of you who are songwriters can definitely relate, I'm sure. So have you tried writing on the toilet? I kid you not, I wrote a swell portion of my songs on the pooper scooper. If not written, definitely thought of. I can name at least four songs on my upcoming album that were either written in full or at least thought of while throwing up from my other end. I will add, that the only reason some were only thought of and not written at that point in time was because I did not have a pen and paper on site. Should I have used toilet paper and... Poop residue? No. That would only work for stringy diarrhea. Sorry. This is what happens when I write on the "hot seat."



Yes, I have too many nicknames for this. But I will get serious right after this remark: Writing songs on the shitter AND having people like the songs that I write to the point where they purchase them off of the internet and sing along to them at shows would formulate that I, Evan Taylor Jones, am THE shit? Okay jokes are over. In all seriousness, you've got to try it. Don't think about the gross aspects of it and the longevity of the horrid smells. Think positively of what is pouring out of your heart through the stress release activity. After all, you are practicing a form of meditation and medicinal release of tension...

After you're done you'll feel light and ready to take on the world in a new way; on the John. If ever you feel like your desk in your room just isn't easing your thought process and inspirational motives, take a trip to where the magic happens; park yourself where your bowel movements feel most comfortable. You'll be doing your body a favor as well as your career or career to be. I must warn you, you must not enter after I have completed SONGS ON THE SHI**ER...

Don't Shoot Yourself

To be honest, I know over 100 girls that would love to be with me and have a full-on committed relationship with me right now and for the rest of my life. Don't get me wrong; I'm not being cocky at all. I'm just using the number as an example and a statement as to why I chose... You.

I can now believe that every girl is the same or at least has one life changing trait in common; they NEVER know exactly what they want. Men, just when you think you're in, you're not even close. And don't let the drunk talk fool you, because the next day, you'll be thinking of ways to reinvent memory lane for the girl who once told you she liked you and wanted to be with you; while she was intoxicated. Where am I going with this? I don't know. But then again, where do I ever go with anything, right? Normally I write for one specific purpose, but I figured since it's been so long, that I might as well touch on everything that I've witnessed since my last writing shabang...

As for myself, my relationship status is great and strong as of last night and this morning. I spent a great night at the beach underneath a gorgeous moon with someone special.



We got to talking about US and where WE were going with THIS. She made it clear that she does, indeed, want to be with me and that I should stick around and wait for the right time. Now, it's about ME being patient. So hard to do for me. I love being with someone. I'm one of the few guys that I know that can say the next girlfriend that I have, whoever it may be, I want to get married to her. Scary? Grow up, if so. Women, you always complain about having a guy who will always be there and who you can trust. Then, you go around twisting your words and saying... "It's complicated" or "I'm confused."





The bull has shitted himself and without a doubt, this next quote should be taken very seriously. "It is of sure sadness when your words of intoxication are better said than your words said when you are sober." A pirate by the name of Nave Rolyat Sonej said that. Now read that name back words and tell me his name in english...

I'm sorry. My feelings come out in these writings so much that I forget to care about who is reading them. Eh, who am I fooling? I don't care at all. I can be honest in my writing. It's MY writing and it's the way that I feel. I would love to talk great about relationship aspects, all the time, but for now, some folks have me writing about the negative. I'm not saying that guys are perfect. But I am one, and I have a huge heart; you won't find that everywhere, sorry. So the next time, ladies, you SAY you like someone and (SAY) that you want to be with them, make sure you mean it. And again, this has NOTHING to do with me, because I could care less, remember? Karma. Consequence. It's all the same. When it comes around to kill you, DON'T SHOOT YOURSELF...

Son of A BEACH!

The beach; a place where there is no limit to how much fun you want to have with nature. I can't remember the last time I was sitting at home and I threw mud at someone's face. Can you? Probably never happened. Your parents would kill you and put you six feet deep in the place where you got the mud. Just saying; the beach is a natural playground and I love it....



Today, I went to Cocoa beach. Now now, I know it's not at all the best beach to go to in Florida, but it still has its value. For me, I was interested in the large amount of jelly-fish I saw. Honestly, there were families of them. In the effort to body surf, I was pulled up near the shore, and when I put my head and body out of the water, a jelly-fish welcomed me with a hip bump. It was all gravy. Believe it or not, he was black. I think he was just trying to holler at a fellow negro, no tentacles attached. Besides that, there were no other concerns or creatures of the ocean that I could see. The beautiful lady friend that I was with, Amber Hastings, said she saw a dolphin. But that thought turned into her saying maybe it was a shark. And on that note, I'm heading back to the shore....





The sand was as hot as the devils homeland. It was no place for a person to just stand, barefooted; for a long amount of time that is. We, Amber and I, lied down on our towels and let the sun cook us for a bit. Yes, I enjoy long walks on the beach AND tanning. I'm charcoal dark now and Amber's nose is pealing. Definitely worth it though. Got some good pictures and great conversation. (P.S. I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to be her boyfriend. Just saying. I think she knows.) We got to talking about the different types of people you see on the beach and also, the different types of trash you see on the beach. This is a subject that urges me to stand up and do something...

I understand that the beach is, at times, a lazy place. But that doesn't mean an individual cannot simply walk to a trash can and throw away their garbage. Put it this way; you came to the beach. You're gonna have to get up and leave eventually. So in the event that you get up, walk over to a trash can and throw away your homely remains. It is more than simple and nothing against, 1st graders, but a 1st grader could do it and if you can't, that stands for arrogance and stupidity. Why would you not want to keep your beach clean? Please do this. Please help keep the beach clean....

I feel like I'm nagging a little bit. So, the last thing I will say about this is that you, me, and everyone has a home. The majority of us like it clean, neat, if not spotless. The birds, fish and other sea creatures have a home too. The Beach. Don't you hate when someone comes in your home and dirties it? Just because the creatures of the beach cannot speak doesn't mean they don't have feelings too. Do not enter the territory of another and dirty it. Keep it clean as if it were yours. 'Nuff said you Son of A BEACH...

Black Girl? White Girl? The Odd Side of Beauty

This, for many, is a trending topic. When I was in high school, I found out that, me being black, I was considered a minority. There was nothing wrong with this, at all. In fact, I liked it. I like meeting new people and welcoming new ethnicities as friends. I enjoy it more now that I'm more open minded and in tune with my own intellect. More importantly, it was the way I was raised...

When I was 8, my Mother married a caucasian man and it changed my life forever. I was no longer going to live in the ghetto, for one. I no longer had a real reason to get in trouble for no reason, if you will. It began to make sense to me that it was okay to befriend, date, and even marry interracially. I am so grateful and blessed to have had my eyes open to this at such an early age. Okay, shall I stop rambling about my story? Yes. To my preferences now...

Black women. You are all beautiful. If you haven't noticed, black women or black folks in general tend to have the whitest smiles. The next time you're out and about, look at your chocolate neighbor, right in the mouth and watch their smile shine. Besides that. I, personally, can only befriend the black women. No, I'm not racist at all. My Mother was the most beautiful women in the world, in my eyes. One thing you must know and understand about me is that I look up to my Mother. She once said to me, "Dating/Marrying a person of the same race gets boring." I believe that whole heartedly. I like odd things. I love spontaneity. For example, I marry a girl that is far from my ethnicity. We make love and have kids. Our child comes out with light brown curly hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. With this child's mouth closed, there will be no resemblance of he/she being my child. But let the child smile. The smile of that child will be just like mine. That is the beauty of interracial love. If one is able to notice the most delicate things on a child that relates to the Father, I am at peace. Black women, please do not take it personal (I know some of you are sitting, reading this, mouth dropped). It only means that I am different. Good or bad; that's for you to judge. I still love you and I'm grateful for you. Thank you for being sisters to me...

White women. You are all beautiful too. Where do I start? As you know, from the paragraphs above, my Step-Father is white. I love him to death. He has taught me how to be polite and how to use my manners. All in all, I now know that there is a time and a place for everything because of that man. With that said, I have befriended you, I have dated you, and I'd marry you. There are tons more great things to say about you all, but, I must confess; there are just enough bad things to say. I start with your attitude. Some of your have your heads up your ass. You're too snobby and dramatic. I dislike that very much. If you could just be grateful and know that you are taken care of, I would not be saying this. It needs to change. Now, not all of you are like this. Don't sit and read this and think of a way to retaliate. Onto the greater things about you all. The majority of you love the beach. I am a lover of the beach as well. It is such a natural playground and a beautiful place. Many of my songs were thought of/written on the beach, believe it or not. Beyond that, most of you have great taste in music. If I were to say "Hendrix at Woodstock" you would know where to find the best quality video for that saying. Music is my life, by the way. To conclude, I do believe that it is the white women that shall give me my oddly beautiful children. If you all didn't know, I'm getting ready to be an older brother in January. My sister is on her way and her name will be Lillian Avery Jones. My biological Father made love to a white women. Damn; if I didn't know any better, I would say its in the blood. Need I say more?

I posted a status to my websites saying that I would blog about this. A young lady commented on it saying, "What about hispanics?" and so I told her I was colored blind. It's true. If we really want to get down to things, I would date hispanics. But that is not the point of this blog posts. I wrote this to get the whole, "Black or White" conversation off of my shoulders and out of my hands. I remember in high school, there were black girls that would call me a sell out because white girls liked me and I would always be surrounded by them. I took it as pure jealousy. Of course, they couldn't admit it, but there is no other word for it. So this is just to set the record straight; I am not at all racist. Just different and easily entertained and inspired. I do get bored easily. My imagination won't let me sit in one place for a long period of time. With that said, my imagination is the reason for me striving for odd beauty. Don't hate. We're all different. Some more than others. This is who I am...

I'd like to thank my Mother for marrying the most amazing man in the world and giving me a Step-Father that I can count on. I'd also like to thank my Step-Father for creating an important part of my imagination; the odd side of beauty...

We are Light and Love

At this time, I ask that the reader would take a moment silence for the life of Kelly McConnell and his family. Kelly passed away this morning after he and his family were hit by a drunk driver. He was a friend to me and a best friend to many others. I; We; All of us will miss you Kelly. It's devastating the way you left, but at the same time it is a sign; a sign saying that life is nothing more than a moment and it can not be taken for granted. If so, no wish shall be granted to us. I do believe you're watching over your friends now, including me as I sit in my room and write to you. I knew you enough to call you friend, and that means life to me. Your family is constantly on our minds and hearts. Thank you for being you...




On a happier and higher note; last night, I got to witness utter greatness. Carlos Santana and his amazing band played at The Ford Amphitheater in Tampa, Florida and I had a free ticket. With great seats, I was among the thousands that were blown away by way of his guitar and simply how tight his band was. They literally did not miss a beat. I kept thinking to myself; everyone messes up at least ONCE. Nope. Not Santana. And if he did, he played it off damn good...




There were moments in the show where he began talking to the crowd, uttering words that weren't very clear. You or the audience rather, had to listen and pay attention to the topic of his words. It seemed that he was getting really deep into the political side of conversations and he began talking about Obama. I grabbed my iPhone and went to the voice recorder to get some of his speech. From what, I received, he said, "Just one thing.. Remember this. You are made with light and love, only. This is who you are. This is who I am. Everything else is incidental or an illusion. With light and love, you can have quality of tangible peace of mind. Who are you? Light and love. Who are you? Light and love. Who are you? Light and love. That's right."

He later went on to talk about what we need to heal ourselves. He stated something along the lines that light and love is the only healing for this planet. Amazing...

I do believe that love is the only healing on this earth. For it is all we need. Loving one another. Having unconditional love for our surroundings and the simple things is beyond contagious, in fact it is the positive disease. Imagine that? I'm beyond grateful to have received a free ticket from the Kelly family and to have been given the opportunity to see greatness....




Again, I would like to reach out to Kelly McConnell's family. I'm praying for you, all. In short words, Kelly McConnell, YOU are light and love. Rest in peace friend and brother...

'Til next time my brain decides to come up with craziness and questions that have run-on sentences for answers, what do you believe creates greatness and what exactly are we in the ways of healers? I believe in light and love. It is who we are. WE ARE LIGHT AND LOVE...

Once We Hit The Top

What can you say about your everyday thoughts? Do they keep you high or low; on your heels or toes? It's interesting, indeed, to figure that we think of a trillion things from sunrise to sun-down, yet we can only recall a few of the thoughts that were thunk. No, this is no poem nor riddle. But it is, though, a piece of inspiration from the movie of the year, "Inception." What a work of art. To think that it took that director ten years to write the entire script in full just blows my mind. What is even more appealing is the fact that that same director, directed "Dark Knight," the oh so famous Batman movie. I'd like to know what he was thinking in the process of creating... Greatness.

Okay, yes, again I'm in the back of a car. This time, I'm actually typing. I made the smart decision to take along my Mac just in case boredom becomes my best friend. No, I'm not bored. Just easily inspired. Funny the way that works. Inspiration can come from anywhere. In fact, just today, I was told that I am pissing some folks off by tagging them to notes, post, and videos on Facebook. All I could say was that I was sincerely sorry for "wasting" this person time, space, and energy. Between me and the reader, I think he was being a douche bag just in the more polite way. No curse words at all, but he did say I was pissing him off. All he simply had to do was delete me as a friend and I would've gotten the message. After all, we are only friends in the virtual world. By the way, this person is a "famous" musician in California who tours with Jason Mraz and a few other big names. I wonder if he even watched the video I posted onto his wall. I think he did and got jealous...

Anyway, my band and I are doing swell things on the east coast. We have made a local bar our home now and it feels nice to be developing an even bigger fan base from our own community. The Red Lion Pub in Winter Park has truly given us a great opportunity to play for new faces, and guess what? It's FREE. We've been getting tipped, and tipped well and it's nice to see that they're are still supporters in the elderly community. For awhile, it seemed as if the youth had been frowned upon because it seems that the etiquette is deteriorating generation by generation. I personally would like to thank the grandificent folks from The Red Lion Pub. High fives, hugs, kisses, and hip bumps to you all....

I've always been a writer, no matter how much it is. I like writing simple things or things that deserve a huge explanation. On all of my social networks, I like to update my friends on what I'm doing. Twitter has me balanced and limited because of its 140 word limit. So I keep it short and sweet. How's this?



You can't beat the simple man because a simple man is simply the best. Believe that. And simply, here are our official show listings for the month of August:

WE ARE PLAYING A FREE SHOW EVERY TUESDAY AT THE RED LION PUB!

August 11th @ 57 West, Downtown Orlando, FL (pending)




August 20th @ Little Fish Huge Pond, Sanford, FL (FREE)

August 25th @ The Social, Downtown Orlando, FL



More info for these show listings coming soon!

The opportunities keep coming and thats how we like it. Our last show at The Red Lion Pub, a talent agent was in the crowd and was blown away. He is now so intrigued by us that he's coming back next tuesday and bringing more folks. It was nice to see that he also took video footage on his phone. I think what struck him the most was the fact that we are all only 19. I turn 20 on September 18th and I now know what I want for my birthday. Other than a girlfriend, I want this talent agent to work some magic and make the music scene a full time job for me and my band so that we may all earn our own living. I think that's pretty good for a wish list. I can also pray about it and ask the good Lord to take us to the top of every highest mountain and let our music be heard across the world. It's safe to say that there's no stopping us, ONCE WE HIT THE TOP...

What's Your Flavor?

Sitting in the back of my good friend's Jeep on the way to the beach, I noticed that there were hundreds of different songs that he had been skipping through from his playlist. Genre after genre, it occurred to me that the way to categorize a song nowadays is simple. Think of flavors. Flavors are of color and taste, right? Music is identical, where as the color is the crowd that the music appeals to. The taste is, indeed, the way the tunes make the audience feel. Could be dar, inspired, high, or happy. Whatever it may be, know that music has flavor...



I would say that my flavor is rather eclectic, seeing that I like all types of music. There is no exact genre for the music that I sing and that my band plays alongside me. Last I heard, someone called it, "Island Funk/Acoustic/Soul." I guess that works. Nothing wrong with a handful of flavors. As long as there is enough to satisfy everyone who listens; the fans!

Speaking of the wonderful fans of me and my band; we would, now, like to update you on some new shows coming up in August!

August 7th at The Central Station from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. ALL AGES WELCOME

August 20th at Little Fish Huge Pond from 8 p.m. to 12 a.m. 18+ Welcome

August 25 at The Social from 9 p.m. to 1 a.m. 18+ Welcome

We will have pre-sale tickets available for all of the shows listed above! More info coming soon!

Nothing like writing in a hot car. I'm sweating and can't wait to get to the water and surf it up. 'Til next time, WHAT'S YOUR FLAVOR?

Evan Taylor Jones Band at Greek Orthidox Church, covering, "What's Going On" by Marvin Gaye

Be Grateful For Your Mother

It's been 6 whole years since the only angel in my life passed on and into heaven. I'm sure she's with the best of the best, high-fiving folks in the likes of Martin Luther King Jr and Rosa Parks. Praying, I hope she can work some magic with Luther Vandross and have him send his record company my way. But seriously, I miss you Mom, so much. I am taken and grateful for your love. It is not every day that I think of you. No. It is every moment of the day. Thank you for being the best guardian angel an earthly human son could have...

Last night, I set out to compose a video in honor of my Mother. Before I get too heavy, I will have you, the reader, to know that I won't write too long this time. I don't want to be the barrier of tears and sad thoughts. Anywhom; the video, for me, kills two birds with one stone in that it honors her and promotes for the ROCK THE MARROW campaign/show that we (my band and I) are playing on July 17th...




What are you doing to help the cancer society? You have no clue. Well, on the 17th of this month, bring your most giving friends and family members to Calvary Assembly in Winter Park, Florida, to help me, my band, and many other artist, Rock The Marrow. Give blood. Donate your time and a few dollars to this amazing leukemia organization. You will be blessed with great music in return...

To touch more on the only women in my life; Mom I love you and I honestly thought that I wouldn't be able to survive without your love. But I'm still alive, and with ever chance I get, I never hesitate to feel your touch. Thank you for being you and having the strength to raise a crazy kid like me. Look at me now. Do I make you proud? Am I doing all that you wish? I live for you. I love for you. With all that I am accomplishing, I have not forgotten your wants for grandchildren. I promise to bring a nice girl home soon, and not just to have her pet the dog, but to marry her. If you could only see what I'm doing while physically holding my hand...




Dave is doing well. He misses you dearly. I am so grateful for him and thank you, Mom, for marrying the most amazing Father in the world. One day, this music thing will make me lots of money and I'll take care of Dave, no problem. Until then, I live for your inspiration and I will not let the music stop...

I visited you for the first time today. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. I cried. My tears hit the soil around you. Maybe my tears will help beautiful violets grow. After all, they were your favorite. Rest in peace Mom. Life on earth ends, but love is endless everywhere the spirit goes. I'll see you in heaven. Tell God I said I'm going to change the world...




Friends, BE GRATEFUL FOR YOUR MOTHER...

Here is the video from this blog post. For better quality, you may also view it here: http://www.youtube.com/user/Evan3Jones#p/a/u/0/7YK7MpdWLYE

Be Sent

This month of me is nearly over. I'm going to miss it, yet it's never gone nor ending. From it, I've learned that even in my every day music schedule, that I can still have some free me time. Like right now. Last night I got to witness over 60 of my closest friends wish upon my opinion and what I thought of them in a positive way. Let me tell you; I love you all and I enjoyed every second of it. Truly and deeply, I am grateful for your presence in my life. So it seems, facebook has something more positive then simple communication. One can actually make love to another by way of a few sentences. Sweet...

Before anything, I am blessed. Blessed to be alive. Blessed to love. Blessed to be loved. Blessed to remain inspired. Blessed to sing with the birds and wake up to the gorgeous sunlight. Try this; one morning when you awake, say to the sun, "You are hot!" See if it doesn't repay you with a beautiful rest of the day. I am a witness. On a note more socially based, could you imagine being homeless? We all say no, I'm sure. I personally could not imagine living in the street and without my home. From the ground up, my Mother and Step-Father built a loving foundation that I am so thankful for. They raised three stubborn children and continued to provide for us. I say to them, "Thank you both, Ma and Pop. I love you. There is no me without you nor is there a roof over my head." My point in this is to say that I would rather have cancer than be homeless. If God gave me cancer, I would not be afraid nor shaken. I would simply continue living life as if it were my last. I would not wish to be hospitalized nor catered to. I would continue making music until my voice was deactivated by the harm of the disease. I would continue to praise God and give thanks for the next day; Just as my Mother did and would want me too. With cancer, you begin to see just how important you are. People latch onto you like velcro to cotton. When my Mother was diagnosed, it had become evident to me that the world as a whole, loved her all the way to her death. If she were homeless, I am not sure if the outcome would've been the same simply because when folks are homeless, societies first assumption is that they, the homeless, are at the fault of their own misfortune...



My past two Sunday evenings and nights were spent at the beautiful Northland Church service. I got to listen to a very powerful speaker in Mr. Vernon Rainwater. He spoke directly to me, almost as if no one else was there. When I closed my eyes to pray, that was where my imagination took me; just me, him, and the good Lord. After one of the services, I got to do some great community work with the BE SENT organization. I helped fill toiletry bags that would later be dished out to the homeless. Before I could even begin helping, I was given a super cool organic t-shirt with the organizations logo on it. I just might give it to a homeless person. I have plenty and I'm sure someone with little to none wouldn't mind one or another...



Moral of the message; help in anyway that you can. When you think you've done enough, you can do so much more. We can all make so much more of our opportunities. Friends; BE SENT...

Fireworks in July

Good morning. Good Afternoon. Good Evening. Good Night. Friend, hoping that at whatever time you are reading this, that you receive it at full force.. I'd like to tell you that I am grateful for you. Why? You are beautiful. It is impossible not to be grateful for the beauty of the good Lords creation. Okay, I'll stop flattering and rambling on. I've got things worth thousands to discuss about the very promising month of July...

July July July. After taking the month of June off, it is great to see that the agency is still persistent and doesn't forget about my band and i. Trust that the we were at the edge of our seats; getting asked to play shows for June and having to say no was never easy. But it was only fair to us. We all, in the band, needed some time to revise ourselves and our music. So we did, and status by status on our global websites, we began to realize how much more attention we were receiving. Felt great to get the e-mail that said, "You have been invited to perform at The 5th Annual I4 Festival on July 4th..."



Speaking of which; the event is going to be held at Austin's Coffee Shop's outside stage in Winter Park, Florida, beginning at noon. Pre-sale tickets are up for grabs right now for just $5 and can be personally delivered to you by any band member you wish to receive them from. Join us, for a promising event of great music, all day...

With so much to look forward to, I have to constantly stop and just think. I'll always be the one asking, "How can we make our upcoming events even better than planned?" It is just the right thing to do. The music will be fine, no doubt, but how will the overall show be? With that asked ahead of time, a few of the band boys and I revised a plan to head out to the hottest orlando Outlet stores in order to do what is called "Busking." Busking is a form of promoting by way of street singing. One of the best tools to spark a firework in a strangers eye...



Okay, so more on upcoming events. Although I'll save the details for a later time, I figure they should still be read off: July 9th at The Plaza Theatre (sshhh that is not to be shared with the agency!), July 17th at Calvary Assembly of God for The Rock The Marrow Concert (Live on PBS/NPR), and July 31st at Lyrica for the N.O.O.B.S. Concert (date subject to change).

Just a thought for inspiration: If you are a lover who thinks not to be a fighter, you are still a fighter considering you will always fight for what you love. If not, you wouldn't fight at all. Create a frame for the picture though. Be realistic. The person on the other side of the battle may not think you are worth fighting for. Actions yell. Words whisper. For my friends, especially Ebony Aside, Courtney Skiko, and Jen Jenkins; be sure to create FIREWORKS IN JULY...

Did I create some s*@# or THE s*@#?

So the title is a tad outrageous you say? Eh, I beg to differ. Ask yourself a simple question. What are you creating in your day to day life? Believe it or not, there are things you create beyond your control. Whether they're good or bad depends on how you give your attention to these creation while in the process. And boy, it is a process...

Everyday this month, I tried to do something new. I began to ponder on exactly how I could go about doing so, but I noticed later that it became natural. Almost like a crack addict being addicted to heroin; only with me, I find my addiction point with real life and reality. Did that make sense? I hope. I'm not talking s*@#, I swear. But this cat will be...





Kudos to my lead guitarist's cat for cleaning the toilet boil. Fritz is the name. He's a manx. He just created the inspiration for this blog post. But indeed, he had no idea I was spying on his addiction. Ssshh. I created a stalker for him (whisper voice). Anywhom; lets be serious. We are all creators of love. I made a goal to create a relationship with a nice girl who is beautiful, inside first, before out. By creating that goal, I have automatically created a mind set. See what I mean? It's second nature...





"To be a good part of a whole, you have to be a good part of yourself." Kristen Cevallos said that. The fellow who bit bits and pieces of pretzels to shape the letters of his name is that of the quote above. He's taught me oh so much. It's funny because I dropped out of college just to learn the theory outside of it. Cristian Faustmann has created so much of my skill. He truly has created THE s*@#...

Now, run along and don't forget to ask yourself, daily, "What have I created?" Or you could spice it up and bring it from the gut with the same question, in other words; "DID I CREATE SOME S*@# or THE S*@#?"