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Hi, my name is Jacob Jones, most people call me Jake. I heard somewhere it’s a taboo of sorts to write something like ‘this’ your own bio. But, I’ll take my chances, ain’t anyone else around to write it down.
Music is life--I mean it’s a science of feeling—can ya’ dig it? Playing, writing, and composing music has always been something I have done in life. I have to play, express ideas, just get it out there, it feels a needed release.
I started playing guitar when I was five. My first guitar, which was very rough, was broken up for kindling wood to start the stove on a cold night. I can still remember the image as the flames consumed it. I didn’t pick up the guitar again until age twelve. Thanks to my little brother taking up with the bass guitar, I later followed suite and got a real nice pawn shop guitar in Johnson City, Tennessee for around eighty-five dollars.
In the neighborhood I grew up in it was a fortunate thing for a group of young boys that loved music to have a music store close by. Every evening after school my little brother, and our school buddies would ride bicycles up to Mr. Palmer’s music store and look at guitars. This music shop was in the basement part of Palmer’s house you see, trumpets, violins, strings, amps, everything crammed into this basement, it was wonderful. He has since past but seemed to be an old man to us kids near twenty years ago. I’m sure at first he dreaded us kids in there almost every evening. But, after a while he was glad to see us, we always needs strings, picks, and gear.
In my junior year of High-School, my little brother and best friend started a band called the Jones Boys. I had our first show booked right after the talent show at school. It was for a coal-mining company in Norton, Va. While in Norton we were invited to play that night on the Virginia-Kentucky Opry. We went on about the third act, I remember no one was applauding, I thought this will be a tough crowd. But by the middle of the first song people were clapping, hollering, and dancing in the isles of the old opry house.
The first Jones Boys shortly disbanded. I took deeply into my songwriting after that and practiced on a solo act. With no success, music had lost its shine to me. I blamed it for my shortcomings, and place in life. So, I quit for a spell.
After a couple years my brother and I became friends with two fellas that played old time swing and jazz. It was good to be playing again. Mal had played everywhere, even had his own big band orchestra at one time. He taught us how to play the old time swing style and we played at several gigs. But that too came to an end, my brother got hooked up with another band and they didn’t need another picker. That was okay, I went back to my writing.
After several failed loves and jobs, I still had the spirit to write and play songs. On a late night whim a friend and I agreed to audition for a gig spot at a restaurant. I was playing mandolin for this act. We got the gig and worked on our show. Later my brother’s band disbanded and he started playing with us. A few months went by and a drummer was added, as well many other musician’s. For the next ten years we played a lot for a small local band. Some years doing over 200 shows, and getting paid decent. But again life happened, I got married and divorced in less than a year, quit my job, left the band, started another job, and then quit it.
Recently I have started back into my college education, continuing on my music, and life is looking better than ever. I hope to have some quality recorded tunes very soon to share with you nice folks and get some shows going. Please help me and show your support, spread the word, and vow with me every day to be a better person today than yesterday. Rock out and peace-Jake