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...