October 3
The Ark, 316 S. Main St, Ann Arbor
with Josh Malerman's reading of his eerie epic Bird Box.
7:30 pm
There’s a debate…,“…a raging storm…,” as Matt Jones called
it, that’s going on within his band, The Reconstruction, concerning what he
should wear to his big album release show, Friday night at The Ark in Ann
Arbor.
No turtlenecks or cardigans. Of course. And, come to think of
it, he should probably shave, too.
But, what then? Button shirt? Short sleeves? Tie? Bowtie?
Maybe a full suit and blazer? What clothing best fits Matt Jones? Should he
suit himself up and step out of character? Is it time for a change?
Hasn’t he changed already?
“This is the show and, also, this is the band that I think I’ve been working toward for 10 years,” said
Jones. “And, this record (Deep Enders),
that I made last spring, it’s really been
being made over the course of those 10 years. For this one album, I
definitely built off of all of the last three. And it’ll be at a venue that
cares, with performers who care, on that stage, with an audience that cares,
and playing songs that I really care about, every one of them; it’s gonna be a
really heavy night.”
It’s like the end of a melodramatic tragicomic indie art
flick about musical comings-of-ages for this unlikely, rather tall-ish everyman
of the Ypsi area. Do the credits start rolling or something? “I hope not…Or, at
least, I hope there’s a sequel.”
And he’d rather everyone else dress themselves up to the optimal
of impressive elegance for the Ark show, to look their very best under the
house lights, so that he can sorta “back out” and just be himself.
Matt Jones hails from the Ypsilanti area, having been born
down in Adrian, MI. For years, he’s written devastating and delicate songs
saturated with sublime strings (lots of cello and some violins) and expressive,
cascading guitar lines enlivened by his characteristic finger-picking style. “Heavy”
is a good word for his tunes, ruminative would be another…
Never securely
rooted in rustic revivlism, and not quite radically reinventing the genre, the arrangements are
never overly ostentatious nor are they strumming singalong stompers, it’s nearly
exquisite enough for a baroque hall, but also rustic and worn-sounding as if it’s
been kicked around the dusty, pastoral plains. These are songs of a man whose
face still shows some of the faded-pink scars from all the
badly-chosen-briar-patches he stuck to in the days of his more impulsive past.
“Deep Enders
relates to being in the wrong place at the wrong time, ya know, in the deep
end, treading water. But, the more I think about it, it’s more about being in
the wrong place at the right time.
Because maybe it’s something you need
to do. Maybe something, some place, like that, pushes you forward…? I don’t
know…”
“But, there’s a song on here, ‘The Darkest Things,’ that’s
actually the most autobiographical. This line, ‘Our boy’s coming back,’ it does
seem like it could be a soldier coming back from war, supposedly improved, but…then
you realize that there’s these flaws, that he’s actually…kinda fucked up. A few
years ago, my parents were just starting to come around to the reality of me
spending so much time playing music, being gone and being broke and not being
real super healthy and were thinking it was cool, our relationship was getting
better but, then shit hit the fan. I had to stop drinking for a long time and
it kinda crushed them a bit to, ya know, realize that …I am growing up, but I’m
still fucking up. But that’s actually kind of a happy song.”
At this, he lets loose his iridescent laugh and everything’s
okay. Jones speaks with a charming bluntness, his voice at a mid-range,
rustbelt-accented timbre…but when he sings, he hits this considerably higher
register, a breathy, soaring sigh that sounds nothing short of angelic.
Fitting, considering the demons that these songs are exorcising… But that laugh…
is youthful, naïve, energetic hope incarnate! And it always sweetens the gnarly
swear word he just spat to sharpen the latest sentence.
“Seriously, the live show is going to pummel you!” Jones is
referring to the formidable talents augmenting his songs, with cello, violin,
piano, trumpet, upright bass and some splendid vocal harmonies (Colette
Alexander, Carol Gray, Misty Lyn Bergeron, Samantha Cooper, Serge Van der Voo,
Patrick Herek). “It’s gonna hurt! And, that’s what we want…We want to pierce
your vital organs!”
We both laugh. His laugh sounds sweeter.
Pluck the heartstrings
until they just snap?
“Totally…”
And sing about dark
things?
“Totally… The darkest fucking things… Oh, you’re gonna feel it.”
Jones is has had to rebound from a few of his own personal
life-lapses, before…But this one seems like the strongest yet; Deep Enders sounds like it’s sung from a
man reborn. Nay, …reconstructed?
“I knew I wanted to write more songs outside of myself,”
said Jones, who has recently returned to school, studying History at Eastern
Michigan University. “I focused more on subjects and characters from the Civil
War because I love it and I’m obsessed with it but also, studying all those
things, Lee and Stonewall Jackson and about the Bountymen, it brought me to
that one lyric, “…this War has civilized me…” That’s one reference actually to
me, in reading about these historic figures and soldiers and their experiences
and being so in love with that topic…it has pulled me out of my own civil war.”
“It’s weird.” Again, the warm, self-deprecating laugh of
his.
And, it’s important to note, that the song referenced at the
start of this article, “The Darkest Things,” was inspired by all the moments
when he thought he was ready to “throw in the towel” and walk away from writing
and performing. “But, by the time I got around to finishing those lyrics, I realized:
I am fucking up…but I am still growing-up.”
“And even so, it’s your choice! You don’t lose, nobody ever
loses. I hate it when people say that if you stop something then that means you’re
giving up. That’s bullshit. You can do whatever the hell you want. You can come
back to it. You can come back to playing, you can come back to school.
You can
come back to whatever, it’s really not that dire out there.”
And that’s it, exactly. For however dire some of his lyrical
content may seem, his songs are always about reconstructing one’s resolve!
“There is always a
sequel!”
And he reserves his greatest praise, embossed by his most
expressive vulgarities, for his band, which he undoubtedly loves and respects,
not just as collaborators but also as friends, allies, advisors. “This band is fuck-king-gooood! They’re just so
professional and they bring it every time!
Everyone was so in tune with the vibe and plugged in and just committed to the
songs. Hearing the band, now, so often…it’s way better than the album…”
“…We’re not gonna win any blues competitions and I’m not
gonna be able to duel you on the guitar…but I’ll punch you in the face with the
music! And, I’ll probably make you cry at some point. And that’s the best
reward you can have.”
In closing, one last chuckle.
And onto the show. Straighten your tie, Matt.