Josh’s Bio

 

The Jones Machine was born Joshua Ryan Jones in the summer of 1981. He broke out of a maximum security stockade and escaped to the Greenville underground. He secretly attended Hillcrest High School quickly gaining notoriety as an actor, a prankster, a musician, and to select teachers, not a, “team player.” After high school, he moved to Wilmington, North Carolina to seek his fame and fortune as an actor. It proved to be an incredible town. However, it could beat down the best of them, even if they were the bartender on the second to last season of Dawson’s Creek. It was during those trying times that a simple hobby of picking guitar and singing became something far more serious. Joshua Ryan Jones transformed on a full moon into a vigilante, striking down bad covers and low-energy entertainment at local open mics. This young man was now The Jones Machine, a balladering troubadour of the early 21st century. Burning dinosaur bones at the night clubs and taking names every night was a heavy load for an actor-turned-musician. He needed to re-fuel. Like a young Kalel, his powers are charged by the sun. There is no better sunlight than that of his hometown, Greenville, South Carolina.

Chapter one of The Jones Machine saga was the first effort as a band: Josh Jones and Company. As a small band, they were quite successful. Powerful originals were their driving force, and enemies soon became allies. They made it to The Florida Music Festival as a showcase and played the greatest show of their life. A difference in opinion on which direction to go from there resulted in the liquidation of the Company.

The Machine now traveled by his lonesome into the sweltering, angry, concrete arms of Atlanta, Georgia. After a time of little opportunity, low quality of life,running in the shadows, cheating death, and what seemed like decades wasted in traffic, a friend invited Jones to the American Idol auditions. The preliminary judges knew they were dealing with more of a machine than a man. Enduring the long and bureaucratic process of Idol, Jones held it together and finally made it to the west coast. After a week of performing, the judges and producers realized that he WAS a machine, just not a two-bit pop machine. He was given a ticket home. Although Atlanta seemed anything but, “home,” he gave it his best shot. Jones teamed up with his high school friend and fellow musician, Justin Michels. Justin had just returned from Africa where he was on safari searching for the perfect ivory to form a keyboard that when played, actual ghosts would emerge from the keys. Enter: Josh Clyburn, a young drummer who spent his early years as a wolf-man in a traveling carnivale. They were now a three-piece, slinging their sound to the cold-hearted ears of Atlanta’s music scene. While they experienced some success, the weight of Atlanta’s traffic rested on Jones’ shoulders like a pair of hateful parrots. He had dreams at night of a maniacal monster with freeway ramps for arms and a heart as black coal. The moment soon arrived when Jones decided to escape the confines of the current situation and return home. Starting over for a third time proved to be difficult. But they don’t call him Machine for nothing. His gears were lubricated and adjusted. Seals were replaced. Chains were linked. The Machine was ready to operate at full power, destined to succeed with only himself to count on. That’s when he caught a break.

Approached by Fox Carolina with an idea for a three-month segment documenting the formation of his new band, Jones could finally see his dreams within reach. With prime-time coverage, generous sponsors, more than adequate publicity, and god-sent management, The Jones Machine is on the path to true success.

So here he is, folks. The Jones Machine. No longer on the run. Traveling through space and time at pentatonic speeds, responding with taser-like reflexes, and storming the gates of Columbia, Electra, and Deca Records. His team of elite musical soldiers and his band of flying monkeys are traveling on a hurricane from the end of the world to your town.