Jon Wayne
 
When Jonwayne dies, bury him with velour on When I was very young, on a day I couldn’t point out if I tried, I started to formulate the truth: I didn’t have to rely on my mother to dress me. On an unsuspecting morning, I opened the drawers that held my clothes like familiar but […]
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Jonwayne is well on his way to having bronze statues built for him in the commonwealth. “Mom, I think I’m so lucky.” My 7 year-old self was folded onto the steps of the stairs in my grandparents’ home. As I’ve grown, I’ve decided to spend less and less time on stairs. In double digits, I […]
Jon Wayne would murk it on Christian Mingle. I was a week into touring and starting to feel the drags of drinking every night and morning to wear off the respective terrors of performing and flying, starting to seek sleep whenever I could during the day to combat my physical exhaustion. Running on a quarter […]
Notes from a Dirty Young Man is the name of a new column from Jonwayne. Best read with a bottle of Cutty Sark and a pack of Pall Malls. I’ve been making music* for almost 10 years, now, and I still don’t know how to start a song.  You would think if I’ve put a […]