“‘Courage!’ as they say in Francophone.” And with that, Miss Rebecca Jane Jones dispatched her debut album to the factory to be made into a thousand aural kittiwakes, ready to migrate across the sound systems of the globe.
It was just this kind of ballsy attitude that helped Jones acquire her unique sound, through the stern bargaining down of the price of a Fender resonator guitar in which an utterly clueless Dublin pawn broker was bamboozled into selling her the machine for a fraction of its value. Soon the songs were flowing from beneath the silver scratch plate, and her career as a “player” had begun.
Hailing from at least three different countries simultaneously and having an age that oscillates around the mid-20s mark, Jones is more than happy to embody the cliché of a free spirited artist. Unafraid to change languages mid-verse, adorn her album sleeves with her own paintings and have her pet rats cameo on records, she lives for artistic freedom. There is as much inspiration derived from the independent spirit of Amelia Earhart as there is from the songbook of Tom Waits, with adventure and nature being key features in her work.
For now content to live in Newcastle, England, she divides her time between playing with her rag tag band (this week entitled Rebecca Jones & The Self Appointed Jury), translating novels and making staying up late look like an art form, it won’t be long before this bird takes flight and brings the truth behind why flamingos are pink to a music hall near you.
Albums
Out Of Water
Fairfield Road Recordings