Jonathon Linaberry is The Bones of JR Jones- bartender by day, foot-stompin' troubador by night. Find him on stage or on the subway platform, seated behind a kick drum and a hands-free harmonica. Sometimes, he's wearing a top hat. On Sundays, he can be found in his Greenpoint apartment eating Grape Nuts with his girlfriend.
Born and raised in central New York, in a house at the end of a long dirt road, J.R. started dabbling in music at a young age when his mother mandated that he take piano lessons. He's a self-taught banjo and guitar player, with a sound clearly evolved from his record collection: old gospel hymns, bluesmen like R.I. Burnside, and artists like The Carter Family and Tom Waits. The sound's been best described as “haunting...stomp blues tempered with a touch of honey.” Like his music, J.R.'s Sunday Routine involves a strong attachment to sensory experiences and an appreciation for home. Sunday is a day he says, where we find folks at their most honest.
Usually I kick the cat off me, then grind some beans for my coffee. If I'm up early enough, I like to go for a walk before the streets wake up.
I will say living in to NYC for so many years has turned me into a coffee snob. That being said I'm not too picky about which beans I use, but it's always between Grumpy coffee, Blue Bottle, and Stumptown.
I try to have a two tablespoons of apple cider vinegar a day with hot water and maple syrup. I used to drink a lot of coffee every day, but I read somewhere that you can get that same pick-up with apple cider vinegar. So I do that because it's cheaper, it works, and supposedly has some other health benefits.
From work. Most nights I bartend a small spot in the West Village and I don't get home til 2am. And if I'm not doing that I will most likely be playing a show or trying to find the best spot to play some music in the subway.
I'm a Cream of Wheat man... but Man can't live on that alone. So I alternate between that, steel cut oats, grape nuts, and Greek yogurt.
TO PLAN OR NOT TO PLAN
My plans always seem to fall apart.. I get distracted easily, or as I like to call it, productive procrastination. But if I'm disciplined enough, my plans involve a good breakfast, catching up with people, cleaning the home, and music... lots and lots of music.
Walking happens on Sunday. That's one of the best parts about living in this city. I could walk every where if I had the time. In fact, it's the perfect means of travel if you have nowhere to be.
I'm trudging through a few books right now. Essays by John Muir, Mark Twains Autobiography, and The Grapes of Wrath..... a little lite reading. ha!
IN YOUR RECORD PILE
I like to think that my taste encompasses a lot of genres... but truth be told I usually listen to the same records day in and day out. Tom Waits, A.A. Bondy, Son House, R.L. Burnside, a few Alan Lomax recordings...Sad to say I don't listen to enough contemporary music, but when I do it usually holds The Spirit Family Reunion, Hurray For The Riff Raff, and Houndmouth.
SUMMER DAY ENDER
If it's summer, which I'm imagining it to be, it will end with the windows open and some grilling. And having my friends Billie and Chet sing to me...that always puts me in a good mood.