WILD Profile: The Bones of J.R. Jones
What’s on his mind today:
Um. I suppose a number of thingsâ€¦if itâ€™s ever gonna snow. If thereâ€™s ever going to be enough time to accomplish what needs to get done today. And how to get cat hair off my shirt. Thatâ€™s the G-rated version.
What he’s currently working on:
Boiling water for tea. My debut EP The Wildness has just been released so Iâ€™m working on creating a little buzz for that â€“ sending emails and PR statements to all the necessary people. Also prepping for a month-long residency in April at Peteâ€™s Candy Store in Brooklyn. REALLY excited about that.
What he thinks there is too little of:
Too little of the application of the golden rule â€“ you know, that rule youâ€™re taught in kindergarten â€“ treat others as you would wish to be treated. People seem to forget it as they get older.
And too much of:
Mayonnaise. And cream cheese. Everywhere you go thereâ€™s always cream cheese and mayonnaise on everything. I donâ€™t think the idea of mayonnaise is wrong, I think the over application of mayonnaise is wrong.
With whom he would most like to go on a â€œ tÃªte Ã tÃªteâ€:
Can they be dead? If dead, Mark Twain. If alive (I feel like people are always so much less interesting than you want them to be) but Tom Waits I guess.
What good energy means to him:
That unexpected and unplanned moment when things finally come into perspective and everything is calming â€“ even if itâ€™s for that one instant.
With whom he would like to run a country:
I would like to run the country with the craziest person I can find. That way my ideas would always seem great. (Laughs.)
What his most striking moment was:
I suppose it would be when I realized how badly I really wanted to play music for the rest of my life. When I asked for a guitar for Christmas and my older brother got one and I didnâ€™t and how devastated I was that I wasnâ€™t taken seriously. That I still think about that to this day is a little weird. I guess the good thing that came out of that was that I took over my dadâ€™s acoustic toy guitar that was left behind by my older brother when he got the electric guitar for Christmas.
What his earliest memory is:
Two things come to mind â€“ and I will say I have a horrible memory to start – but I remember falling down the stairs when I was really young trying to wear cowboy boots that were too big for me. I remember being comforted by my mother. I never went up and down the stairs in those boots again (I did wear them though.) The other is being at Chuck-E-Cheeseâ€™s on my fourth birthday and being scared of going into the ball pit â€“ I thought it was water â€“ I think maybe my brother told me it was. I donâ€™t remember him saying it but it sounds like something he would have said to me.
What he considers a fashion “faux-pas”?
Brightly colored high-contrast juxtaposing patterns. Animal print pants and tribal print tops.You canâ€™t really say black and brown or blue and black because people wear that all the time now. I suppose Iâ€™ve even eased up on that end too.
What cracks him up:
My girlfriend. And people who wear sunglasses indoors. That cracks me up.
What five things he would put in a time capsule:
A copy of The Giver by Lois Lowry.
Instructions to close me up and bury me again.
What his last dream was about:
Iâ€™m a bartender and usually my dreams are some sort of a work nightmare â€“ not being able to make drink fast enough etc.
What kind of movement he would like to start:
Nothing. Donâ€™t you think thereâ€™s enough â€œmovementsâ€ out there?
Who represents his “artistic” family:
If you mean people that Iâ€™m inspired by through books and albums etc. Iâ€™ve already mentioned two of them: Mark Twain would be the crazy uncle, Tom Waits the reclusive grandfather, and Ernest Hemmingway would be the drunk stepfather. I guess I need a motherâ€¦well, my mother, who would be the eccentric disciplinarian of artistic endeavors – she really pushed us to study piano and encouraged our (my brothers and I) artistic growth.
With whom he would like to grow old?
What he would like to leave to the future generation:
I would like to instill in them a grounded unselfish perspective of the world. Or teach them not to be f*cking lazy.
What his WILD Wish is
To be content. To find out what came first, the chicken or the egg. I feel like that I can only wish for something that I know I can experience. Okay. Um. I wish that at any given moment, despite the time of day or day in the year, I wish I could transport myself to another time. So say in March I would wish to be in the Catskills in the middle of a warm October day or to be on a beach somewhere in August at 6:35 a.m.