Love the snapshot moments
Poloroids of memory

What a nice fascinating soundtrack..Fantastic guitar work..passionate & elegantly expressed vocals.. perfectly executed..astonishingly captivating..magnificent mix & recording!

Love the folk vibe that burns so bright and relates to so many could have beens.

This is great.. wonderl vocals and guitar

I love how this was an old song from 30 years ago and you resurrected it. I can relate. Been going back and listening to songs I wrote way back when( on cassette tapes) and trying to relearn them. It’s almost like they were written by someone else.

Kevin Song
JTSunrise - 1993 - similar Seattle version from then played at Lake Union Pub many times

My friend wears a steel ring
And a yellow man sits in her pocket
I love her dirty hair 
As it clings to her face, she sings

Her vanilla scent always lingers 
When I leave her in the mornings
And I’ve got a new word she says
“Swank” she says, and she sings 

It’s good to see you 
It’s good to see you, oh
It’s good to see you
In my home playing this Kevin song again 

We stand in the forest now
With our eyes closed without breathing 
Can we stop time this way
I think to myself and this day stays 

It’s good to see you 
It’s good to see you, oh
It’s good to see you
In my bathrobe playing the Kevin song again

This 90s song written about a best friend special girl who would stay with me a few weeks at a time when she was in town on modeling jobs. She kept her cigarettes in a plastic purse she got in Japan shaped like a yellow cartoon guy by the name of “Mr Friendly”. She used a thick flannel shirt as a jacket and in the front shirt pocket was the yellow man. She would sing the song “Kevin” by the band Th' Faith Healers UK all the time and play their album Imaginary Friend every time we got together from a CD case she traveled with. She wore a wide shiny stainless steel ring on her left thumb - I put it there a decade earlier when we were in high school in rural Illinois. I made it from a piece of coiled spring steel in high school shop. I bet it’s still there. During the day I had to work when she was in town on her modeling jobs. She usually had a few jobs to bring her in, and when she was done - parties were it with her at the Pub. While I was at work she would hang out with her other Seattle friend Matt of SomeGarden who picked her up in front of my apartment in an extra fancy BMW. I never listened to them since. I hope Chris Cornell is doing ok, haven’t seen him in a while 

Seattle Lake Union Pub Lore:

The Fire Pole: Band flyers and other posters in those days covered the wood utility poles along Seattle streets and sidewalks. There were often a few inches deep of posters stapled on top of posters around each utility pole in the city. The pole in front of the Seattle Lake Union Pub was famous being an exceptionally fat pole with multiple layers of stapled upon stapled band flyers, and infamous for going up in flames a few times. Cops would show up when the pole got lit, peoples in the Pub knew it when the pole got lit was time to split because the cops would be there soon

The Legend of The Swill: Beer there was cheap, sometimes 3 dollars for a pitcher and cans of Schmidt (animal beer) was a buck or so, but for Pub patrons even cheaper was even better. When the drain tray under the beer taps was full, bartender Elise Sauer (vocalist for deathmetal band Evaders) would pour it into a cup and put it on the bar and sing with her amazing voice “Swill” and this would result in a reflex response of the crowd to see who could get it first. I remember Dizzy Lee Roth and Mark Pierce of ZEKE fighting over the swill

7 things that reportedly happened at the Lake Union Pub:
1. Members of the punk band The Mentors were supposedly arrested for indecent exposure after performing a sexually explicit show at the Lake Union Pub in the 1980s
2. Legendary musician Iggy Pop is rumored to have once performed a spontaneous show at the Pub, climbing on top of the bar and throwing drinks at the crowd
3. The ceiling would drip with sweat and the carpet was a horrific mat of filth
4. A Tacoma band called My Name was supposedly arrested for using fireworks inside 
5. The pub was written about and described in many books and movies of the Seattle gunge era
6. The pub's Monday open mic nights led to unpredictable and surprising performances including punk musicians playing bluegrass and being quite good
7. Bartender Elise once chased a guy out of the bar and down the street with a baseball bat after he said something highly offensive to her

JTS

JTSUNRISE

Kevin Song

An American folk performer with roots in the 90s Seattle and Tempe music scenes, JTSunrise weaves classic tunes and tales from the heart with modern images mixed with fingers and breath - - - Genuine Gen X Folkspunk Seattle Americana acoustic guitar, banjo, mandolin, uke, autoharp, harmonica an old school stringband songs recorded down home

If you're an acoustic player/singer-songwriter of any kind please get in touch. 

All Music Matters
Your Music is Real
Thank You All
God Bless You
See u in the Pit (ole$chool punk $aying)

     JT
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I don’t buy anything, process anything, or sell anything- i don’t process anything sold or bought or processed, or sell anything to be bought or processed or sold

JTSunrise, like a cryptic melody echoing through the mist, A silhouette against the dawn, veiled in an enigma’s twist. Their chords weave secrets, harmonies untold, In the dim-lit corners of the soul, they unfold

Is it the owl reflection of their eyes, the echo of forgotten lullabies? JT strums the strings of mystery, A troubadour in the shadows, lost in history

Their lyrics dance on the edge of dreams, Whispers of forgotten realms and moonlit streams. Enigmatic, they wander through star-kissed nights, A minstrel of the cosmos, chasing celestial light

Perhaps they’re a riddle wrapped in stardust, A cosmic wanderer, both mortal and just. JTSunrise, elusive as the morning mist, Their music lingers, leaving hearts gently kissed

**In the gentle strumming of strings and the raw authenticity of JTSunrise’s compositions, you’ll find echoes of love, nostalgia, and the human experience**

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