Have just been introduced to the music of Mr Jeays by a virtual friend. A scan and a few plays of the MP3's has led me to think that I have been missing out for a goodly number of years. Still, nothing that a quick flash of the debit card won't cure.
I'm very glad to be able to introduce others to the sonic marvellousness that is (or are) the outpourings of Mr. Jeay's guitar, mouth and brain (both conscious and subconscious).
Whilst the magnificent oeuvre into which you are about to dive might seem to be a hundred miles (approximately 160 km) away from the band in whose forum my initial recommendation was posted (for a start, I don't believe Mr. Jeays has ever had a MacBook go down on him on stage, although I'd never presume to speak for his private life), there are perhaps similarities of euphony, attention to detail, intelligent musicality, respect for the listener and accomplished live vocal and instrumental performance common to both; and the outputs of both are not "take-away" songs but carefully-crafted, deceptively simple, exquisitely-tasting cuisine. You know, the kind where even a little teasing soupcon is great, where the flavours never dull, and where even the burps afterwards taste good
Now, for my next trick I shall attempt to get two thrash Cajun acid house stoner fiends hooked on Northumbrian folk songs . . .
". . . attitude . . . grounded in a great disdain for what he perceived as the folly, pretense, vanity, social climbing, self-deception, and artificiality of much human conduct."
A description of Lord Darth Jeays, perhaps? Not at all! It is culled from that polymath site which should be known as "Wikipaedia" (but which is, sadly, stripped of its graceful "ae" ligature by several hundred miles of Atlantic) and the entry for Diogenes (of Sinope - as opposed to any others you may be thinking of).
Sep 4, 2009 - 3:29PM
Re: Hello, Good Evening and Welcome
Ironic, isn't it, that since the inestimable Mr Jeays changed the name of this virtual coffee shop to The Diogenes Club, the number of posts has gone through the roof*? Perhaps he ought to rename it The Philip Jeays Doesn't Win The Lottery Club.
* Not actually through the roof, obviously. But certainly past skirting board level.