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Benny Jones

is it me or is it getting darker?

About Me

attended bangor college of art and design from 1989 to 1992. worked as an airbrush artist for olan mills (portrait photography), been painting on and off since. i also love anything to do with outer space.. it kind of puts things into perspective


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My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 8/17/2007
Band Members: benny jones, an akai mpc 2000, and a novation ks5 synthesizer
Influences: loads of stuff - from the small faces and zeppelin (i bought led zeppelin 2 and a status quo album when i was 9 not knowing what they were. i threw the quo straight in the bin and the zep didn’t leave my turntable for three years- is that wrong?), through bowie, bauhaus, wasted youth, southern death cult, janes addiction, beastie boys, mother tongue, money mark to godspeed you black emperor, electronic (boards of canada, minotaur shock, leila, third eye foundation), film scores - bernard herrmann, lalo schifrin, howard shore and clint mansell, from uplifting - sigur ros, to bizarrely uplifting - coco rosie
Sounds Like: i've lost it
Record Label: none
Type of Label: None

My Blog

surreal writings 1

"If you'll just sign here sir, i'll show you to your proper lobster." My 'proper lobster'?..yes, i had wondered what had happened to it. I can vaguely recall seeing it last in dreams. I had had it wit...
Posted by Benny Jones on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 02:20:00 PST

dark matters

dark matter...hmmm, as i understand it dark matter came about when scientists 'weighed' the known universe, using mathematics, and discovered that the calculated mass did not correllate with the calcu...
Posted by Benny Jones on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 01:16:00 PST

well..it’s ridiculous isn’t it?

wanna know what i think? i think we were all gods once but one evil god wanted all of the power, so he took away most of our powers and banished us to this rock for all time... so he could toy with us...
Posted by Benny Jones on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 11:02:00 PST

the hand

'the hand dragged itself along the table like a wounded spider- scratch, scratch, scratch. There was a small pool of daylight at one end towards which it seemed to be heading. Sweat ran down his foreh...
Posted by Benny Jones on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 12:27:00 PST