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