Ryker Jones

9 MP3 Songs
ROCK: Acoustic, CLASSICAL: Bach

Show all album songs: The Tragedy of the Memory Songs


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*Note: This bio was not written by Ryker Jones, rather a biographer [i.e. myself] hired by Ryker. It was originally written in first person, but then it ultimately switched to second person, as if Ryker were the only listener. He suggested that I write it in first person, as if I were him, to perhaps grasp a better sense of who he is or used to be, and what, if anything, is important to know about him as a musician or an individual. But then I said, that's a very strange suggestion, "and also just because I'm using âIâ instead of âyouâ or âheâ isn't going to help me write more accurately or fluently; it's more like plagiarism on your part, which is not only strange, but very misleadingâ. After all, I thought to myself, I'm a biographer of integrity; I base my life off strict personal principles and convictions, which I have formed, developed, rejected and enacted, intentionally and unintentionally, and knowingly (and for sure unknowingly and unconsciously) through the years via introspection, personal struggle, and exposure to and participation in such unknown, intentionally and unintentionally, situations and moral expeditions. I love life, for the most part. However, sometimes, when I think about death, there's this feeling of relief, which I suppose is frightening and contradictory. But thatâs only based-off the assumption that death is the same as, or similar to sleep, or an enduring unconsciousness. Really, I suppose, we know nothing about death (i.e. our own), so to assume it would in some way be relieving, is a misattribution. As a biographer, I'm vicarious. That's what I get paid to do, essentially--to become, when hired, intensely vicarious. My life becomes figuring out and writing about someone elseâs. And though, obviously being aware of this when deliberating my profession, I sometimes feel like it's taken tolls that I didn't expect. That is, have I become the sum of all my clients? It feels like that sometimes; taking on the attributes of my ever building clientèle. However, I expected there to be things I didn't expect, so I don't know what the surprise is. I guess, to be honest, maybe I'm surprised at the surprises I didn't expect to expect. I just want to look back on my life at some point and think, man I climbed that mountain, I fucking climbed that mountain man, and when I reached to top, I remembered everything I learned along the way, from the summit to the peak; when I reached a crack I couldn't fit my sausage fingers into, I tried another crack, and when I couldn't find another crack, I could call my friends to help me out, cause my friends always helped me when I couldn't find crack. Ryker soon became anxious over the thought of him being 'strange' because of the aforementioned first person suggestion. And then he kind of broke down and started muttering that he doesn't really know anything at all about himself and that he wanted me to write as if I were him because he believed another personâs conception of him was who he wanted to become and since he did not know that, he hired me to do it; that is, to write about him as if I were him so he could become that. And, by doing it that way, he would ultimately, after reading it and rereading it, believe it was he who wrote it, and was actually that person, which was really going to be me writing about him as if I were him, in first person.