The Miracles Of Multnomah, The Wonders of the Willamette

Let me start off first by saying that I am playing live in Portland, OR on Saturday, January 21st at The Hawthorne Theater Lounge with Destroy Nate Allen.  Here’s what you need to know if you’d like to come:  

Address + 1507 SE 39th, Portland, OR 97214 + 8:30 PM Doors + 9:00 PM Start. + $2.00 +Kat Jones (first) + The Darkest Moons + Destroy Nate Allen (last)

The following morning I will be recording a podcast for Live From The Yellow Room, here in Portland.  I will let you know as soon as that posts.  

Last night I found myself pulling over to the side of MLK Blvd., just off East Burnside.  Compelled by the giant flakes of snow and the glistening streetlights brightening the world by the fluffy layers of white in every direction.  I couldn’t resist the opportunity to play.  For about 30 minutes I had been driving down the road from a delicious Mexican restaurant (Oh Dear God!  Real Mexican Food!  Finally!  Thank you!) and feeling envious of all the 20 and 30 somethings running through the streets at midnight, throwing snowballs at my car passing slowly by, young couples holding hands or snuggling under the covered bus stops along the street.  I pulled over, prepared my self for the cold, and took off into the night, with the only goal of crossing the Burnside Bridge, turning around, crossing it again, and driving away.  So many times at night I have had the unbelievable desire to cross those bridges and hang my head over the water, watching the blue and green lights of ships passing underneath.  However, I am a female.  Portland is one of the drug and homeless capitols of the U.S.  Practically, it’s not safe to do.  But with the city out in full wonderment and the night sky lit up by the reflection of snow from the ground, I felt confident of my safety and everyone else’s distraction by the whimsey of giant flakes easing their way onto the noses of everyone in the city.  I walked.  I skipped.  I stopped and wrote on the banister of the bridge in snow.  I tilted my head into the flakes and watched them land on my face.  I didn’t notice how cold it was.  It was incredible.  It reminded me of walking at 3 a.m. in Scotland.  Down Leith Walk from Princess Street.  I would marvel at the fact that I was actually living in Edinburgh.  200-1000 year old buildings towering around me in every direction.  This was much the same feeling.

As I walked across the bridge a car, being propelled up the slope of the icy bridge by two young men behind it, slowly tobogganing up the hill and back down again.  I looked over and smiled.  They laughed and greeted me, remarking on the glorious evening.  I could not disagree.  I arrived in the heart of downtown and made my U-Turn.  A lost 21 or 22 year old boy asked me if I knew where the Greyhound Station was.  He carried a small vintage suitcase.  I didn’t know where it was but I connected him with some men my age to help him get to it.  I turned around and made my way back across the bridge.  A young couple greeted me on the bridge.  I stopped to look at the water.  I wished my camera was working.  I crossed the street.  Three grown-ass-men asked me if I wanted to snow ball fight with them and then they took off running across the bridge.  The kind of run that lets you know that their inner 8 year old is the one in control.  It was beautiful.  And as I made my way to the car I breathed deeply.  A free, deep, unselfconscious breath.  It filled my lungs and then I got into my car.  The first order of the moment to thaw out my feet.

The rest of the drive was gorgeous and slow.  My Toyota Camry with my dads “If you can read this, you’re keeping up with the Jones’s” vanity plate around the license.  I swerved.  I fish tailed a bit.  I was one of the only vehicles on a street filled with pedestrians who were not going to be affected by the car careening at them at a whopping 3 miles an hour and the only time it looked like I might have to ditch the car and figure out if I could call someone to pick me up (on the way up a not very steep hill) 2 men, my age, were walking by and just gave me that extra push up the 20 feet of asphalt and into smooth sailing for the rest of my journey home.

It was wonderful.  And it brings me here:

I am officially going in to a stage of rest and preparation for the next tour and I am so excited.  For the next month and a half I will be resting and recording new material for this next tour.  It will be an e.p. to have for everyone for this next leg before the album comes out.  And it will only be available from the road.  So, hopefully I’ll see you at these shows.  Things are starting to look awesome but we need some help on the tour. So if you have any ideas please shoot me a message.  Here is the general outline:

Sunday, February 26, 2012 – Southern OR/ Northern, CA – Help! 

Tuesday, Februrary 28, 2012 – Sonoma, Ca  – Confirmed – TBA

Wednesday, February 29, 2012 – San Fran / Merced, CA – Help!

Thursday , March 1, 2012 – Fresno, CA – Confirmed – TBA

Friday, March 2, 2012 – Los Angeles, CA – Confirmed – TBA

Saturday, March 3, 2012 – Fullerton, CA – TBA

Sunday, March 4, 2012 – San Diego, CA – TBA

Monday, March 5, 2012 – San Diego, CA – W/ Gayle Skidmore – Confirmed – TBA

Thursday, March 8, 2012 – Phoenix, AZ – w/ Gayle Skidmore – TBA

Friday, March 9, 2012 –  TBA – w/ Gayle Skidmore

Saturday, March 10, 2012 – TBA – w/ Gayle Skidmore

Monday, March 11, 2012 – TBA – w/ Gayle Skidmore

Tuesday, March 12, 2012 – Austin, TX – SxSw – If you have information on an official or unofficial show you think I could be added on to please email me 🙂

Wednesday, March 13th, Austin, TX – SxSw – If you have information on an official or unofficial show you think I could be added on to please email me 🙂

Wednesday, March 14th – Oklahoma City, OK – Help! 

Thursday, March 15th, Memphis, TN  or Little Rock, AR – Help!

Friday, March 16th, Nashville, TN – TBA – abrasiveMedia Fundraiser

Saturday, March 17th, Chattanooga, TN – Help! 

Tuesday, March 20th, Atlanta, GA – Help!

Wednesday, March 21th, Ashville/ Chapel Hill, NC – Help!

Thursday, March 22, Charlotte, NC – Help!

Friday, March 23, Knoxville, TN – Help!

Saturday, March 24, St. Louis, MO – Help! 

Monday, March 26th – KC City, KS – Help!

Maybe something in between KC and Fresno

Friday, March 30th, Fresno, CA – Confirmed – TBA

Saturday, March 31, 2012 –  San Fransisco, CA – Help!

Sunday, April 1, 2012 Redding or Chico, CA – Help!

Monday, April 2, 2012 – Eugene, OR – Help!

Saturday, April 7, 2012 – Portland, OR – Vino Vixens

Sunday, April 8, 2012 – Portland, OR Vino Vixens

Maybe more… maybe less.  I am excited no matter what 🙂  If you have an inquiry about a tour date coming up please email me at katjonesmusic at gmail dot com!  Thanks everyone for your support!!!

xo

Kat Jones

 

 

A Marvelous Mess Under A Full January Moon

My belongings sit like stratum across the floor where I have been sleeping these last 3 months in Portland, OR. One kelly green dress shoe lays overturned, revealing one of my plastic surgical arch supports that I have worn in every pair of shoes every day for the last 21 years of my life. I am presently sucking on a slippery elm lozenge to keep from coughing. This is a feeble attempt to protect my voice from a cold that has come and gone and come again, maybe turned into pneumonia, and is now being eradicated by antibiotics. I am tired. Maybe even exhausted. Today has been hard and beautiful. The rough waters of the day have been stilled and there is a cool breeze blowing over the water as I sit at the helm of the ship and marvel at the stars and that beautiful moon hovering to the east.

My day started with calling the unemployment office in Nashville relentlessly. In theory alone I have been approved for unemployment insurance these last 3 weeks and have yet to see any benefits. I think it’s my being in Portland that’s messing it up. But this morning I was down to my last $20 and tired from being up all night coughing. In vain I have searched for a job and continue to. And what was my awesome Event Planning and Booking job for a restaurant in Sellwood quickly fizzled into ashes. Perhaps the restaurant only hired me to make themselves more sellable on the market. I have no idea. But 4 weeks later (and having turned down at least 2 other opportunities for a day job because it conflicted with the restaurant’s schedule) I find myself jobless in one of the worst job markets in the United States, and I am on the phone trying to get through to an unemployment office that claims to be too busy to put me in a waiting queue one the phone. This is one of those moments when one wishes they could just walk in off the street but logistics make this impossible. So, I will find myself waking up in a few hours to see if I can catch the Unemployment Office by phone again before things get busy in there.

However, I don’t regret moving to Portland. Not even for a second. I am in love with this city. Every time I go outside the hills, the volcanoes, scent of a doug fir catches me just right. I feel connected even though I am aware that in some ways I am still isolated. I know that I am not alone in my struggle within this city. I know that I am bound together with other people who feel about Portland what I feel, and even more! I still can not wait to find a place to live, get a job, and plant deep roots, at least for a time. But it strikes me as interesting that this city is forcing me to press into the business side of my art again. I think I can make music my full time job pretty easily here, or should I say, more easily and with less discouragement than in Nashville. And I have been broke before. This is not new.

The end of this story is that I have a very community of people who love me and are supporting me emotionally, in solidarity, in friendship, and in community in this time. I did not ask anyone for money today. But twice dear friends of mine donated enough to get me through this week and I am so grateful for them. I especially have to thank my church in Nashville who have shown me more kindness than I can express over these last 6 months. I have not known support like this before. I also have to thank the Maes, who have been letting me sleep in their home and drink their water. I have learned a new level of what it is to be charitable and have a charitable heart because of these people. I have been the beneficiary of people giving who have nothing to give and find some way to make it happen anyhow. And this above all things reminds me that I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I am even booked into April already for shows! That would have been normal for me 5 years ago. But it’s wonderful to see that things are falling into place professionally again.

So what’s in the future?
The album is still in the works. I start Febrauray Album Writer’s Month again soon. I am planning on having a new acoustic e.p. out for your to purchase on this next tour coming up (did I mention I’m going to be on tour in March? If you want to book a southwest, midwest, southern, Northwest, or west coast tour date please email me at katjonesmusic@gmail.com ). And I’m even thinking about snaking my way into SxSw. We shall see. The album will be out by July. At the very latest. And though I have had the title chosen for the last 6 years I won’t reveal it until we’ve got the album artwork finished. But I am soooo looking forward to it.

And in Portland I am playing the Hawthorne Theatre on the 21st of this month (January). So you should come out if you can 🙂

Thank you everyone for your support. There are still about 4 copies of the Without A Sound e.p. if you want to get one here.  Once they’re out of print they are all the way out of print.  Never to be heard from again.  New t-shirt designs are coming soon also.  And as I find a place to settle in there will be more for you to purchase than perhaps you could ever imagine.  🙂

Thank you everyone for your continued support and prayers.  I think this year might end up being pretty amazing.  And full.

And perhaps, just a very little, messy as well.