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Ryan Jones

About Me

I play piano but couldn't fit one in my car boot. So i'm playing the guitar instead.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 27/02/2007
Band Website: www.thehitchcockrules.co.uk
Band Members: It was only me at the start but now if there is either Money or Beer involved then Richy comes along for the ride.
Influences: Silent film project, Ruarri Joseph, Noel Prior, Luke Tomms, Niall Tomlinson, Joe (the fox) Francis, Matt Exelby, The Hitchcock Rules, Rosie and the gold bug, Fiona Apple, Amiee Mann, Joni Mitchell, Randy Newman, Andrew Bates,
Sounds Like: A battle between Nick Drake and Cat Stevens?
Record Label: First Aid Records

My Blog

New myspace page

www.myspace.com/ryanashleyjones Or just click on the link for me in my top friends!
Posted by on Tue, 18 Nov 2008 05:42:00 GMT

Pirates and desire

Pirates Within each and everyone of us there lies an indelible light; stubborn in its proliferation and un-interpretable to all. As part of its enigma it can only ever be seen as a reflection within a...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jul 2007 18:16:00 GMT

The thumb and foot adventures 2

The (China clay) hills have eyes Almost immediately my second ride arrived as I walked carelessly along the hard shoulder. Not nearly as sleek, much more rusty and with a strange periscope extending f...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 03:19:00 GMT

The foot and thumb adventures of long ago.

This is the first in the Foot and Thumb adventures and relates to the very first trip out that I took almost eight years ago. Most of our lives are spent toiling away in an office, or a factory or s...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 06:07:00 GMT

It never turns out as you expected

So, I’ve not played Solo for a long time and yes, I’m a little nervous. I spend the week before the first gig writing new material as well as learning the odd cover. I busk in the garden t...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 18:42:00 GMT

A poem i wrote in greece.

Steps Carried away, Some warm happy place. Sibilance whispers. The hush, you say. The smile on your face. Now teach her to frown at a sour taste. And ware the soft slippers she loves. You steady int...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 17:02:00 GMT

This is the only real sort of love

The story of my first love I love you. Blown honey suckle white upon a transparent spring breeze,  Cut deep.  A hole in the window of space.  I whisper as not to cause you alarm.  ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 18:44:00 GMT

A poem set in my front room

Leave whilst the world is sleeping I woke early from a dream of falling To find the world were all asleep. Stolen by a soft voice calling Along my corridor I creep. To chart my house in feet and inch...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 18:40:00 GMT