Kaiti Jones

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”Spine chilling, beautifully haunting.”
— WGBH
“Armed with her guitar, the occasional uplifting fiddle, sporadic percussion, and her honey-sweet voice, VOWS is a simple but elegant debut LP from Kaiti Jones.”
— Sound of Boston
“Jones has one of those voices with a real pop sentimentality, it just works so well. She has a great range and feels confident and strong...You may pay too much attention to it and not realize that the gal also happens to write some real great tunes to boot. Listen to the lyrics people, she has got something to say.”
— Red Line Roots

“…Jones’ voice hovers between the quirkiness of Joni Mitchell, and Emmylou’s country classicism…she does pensive and meditative with equal aplomb.”
— Leicester Bangs Blog

BIO

Kaiti Jones has been making her home in the Boston folk scene since 2010. A  native of Portland, Maine, she spent four years in Nashville, forming her sound in the backyard of Bob Dylan’s ballads and Flannery O’Connor’s southern gothic storytelling before returning north.

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Jones’ first two releases were EPs - “Arise Child” in 2009, written and recorded in Nashville, and “Growing Things,” her first Boston release in 2013. For her first full-length album, VOWS, she teamed up with Golden Bear Records (The Well Pennies) in Des Moines, Iowa and released the album at the end of 2017 to a sold-out room at Club Passim in Cambridge. Jones was a 2018 NewSong Music Competition national finalist, and in 2019 she took home the grand prize at the Lizard Lounge Open Mic Challenge Main Event in Cambridge, MA and was selected for the Grassy Hill Emerging Artist Showcase at the 2019 Falcon Ridge Folk Festival in New York.

Jones’ music is Americana soaked in melancholy, with the occasional foot stomper thrown in for good measure. Her voice is simultaneously earthy and ethereal, carrying the listener a few feet off the ground on a cloud of rich, sophisticated melodies while whispering truth and contemplating the human condition through good old-fashioned storytelling.

 
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Press

Kaiti jones has played at:

City Winery (Boston, MA)

Club Passim (Cambridge, MA)

Atwood's Tavern (Cambridge, MA)

The Spire Center (Plymouth, MA) 

Red Room at Cafe 939 (Boston, MA)

Museum of Fine Arts (Boston, MA)

The Lizard Lounge (Cambridge, MA)

Cantab Lounge (Cambridge, MA)

The Burren (Somerville, MA)

Hotel Cafe (Los Angeles, CA)

The Rutledge (Nashville, TN)

One Longfellow Square (Portland, ME)

Blue (Portland, ME)

KAITI JONES HAS SHARED THE STAGE WITH:

Session Americana

Ryanhood

Christopher Williams

Whiskey Treaty Roadshow

Lizzie No

Paper Citizen

Hayley Sabella

Alisa Amador

Prateek

The Mallett Brothers Band

Rachel Sumner

Julia Mark

Joe Kenneally

Sibylline

Music:

Arise Child EP (2009)

Growing Things EP (2013)

VOWS LP ( 2017)

contact:

info@kaitijonesmusic.com

 

growing Things EP (2013)

Growing Things

Sometimes I feel like everything I grow just ends up dying

leaving back a steady stream of almost thoughts and maybe dreams

I promise I’m not lying

but If I could water every seed

of the promises you’ve given me

I could grow a garden tall and green

sometimes I feel like everywhere I go I end up leaving

leaving back a windowsill of starter dreams and starter thrills

that finally stopped breathing

but If I could water every seed

of the promises you’ve given me

I could grow a garden tall and green

and I thank the gardner for always working harder

than I ever cared to work

and I thank the flowers for showing me that I could bloom

while giving all my hurt to the dirt

and I thank the window sill that never has and never will desert me

when I don’t feel much like growing tall at all

but If I could water every seed

of the promises you’ve given me

I could grow a garden

but if I could honor what you say

when you told me there would come a day

when all lifeless things will drift away

Each Tiny Thing

my father built my house a porch

he built it with his hands so strong

and though my mother said we’d never see the day

when it was through, oh how he loved to prove her wrong

and as we walked across the wood that held our weight

he held my hand so I would know that I was safe

and he said

each tiny thing I have laid

next to each tiny thing together makes

a bigger thing that we can hold

and you can have it for your own

at least for awhile

so I go dancing with my words

sometimes it’s all that I can do

cause there are things that are too big to comprehend

so I’ll keep rhythm with the ones I know are true

and as I measure every syllable and sound

I’m often left in wonder at the beauty I have found

in each tiny thing that I say

and each tiny thing that I wish that I’d erased

and each tiny thing that I scribble on the page

in the hopes that I’ll create a tiny thing

at least for a while

and I went walking with my Lord

through woods so thick I scarce could see

and though i’ll never know for sure I swore he said

don’t worry bout your eyes as long as they’re on me

and as he led me to the field where all things go

I felt the life break through the death within my soul

as he said each tiny thing I have made

and each tiny thing I will lay to rest

and each tiny thing I will love the best

and you will know it when you hold each tiny thing to your breast

at least for awhile

and each tiny thing that I am

and each tiny thing that I’ll never understand

and each tiny thing that I cradle in my hand

sings a song of bigger things in bigger lands

Sometime(s)

I’m not asking you to break

any rules you might have made

i’m just asking you to hold

me in your arms

I have heard a wise man say

love will come to those who wait

well i’ve been waitin’ since I woke

and I ain’t found you

some time flies

but sometimes it does fly solo

and I get so low

sometimes

I have always had a way

of burying what I should say

like how i’d marry you today

if you would have me

some time flies

but sometimes it does fly solo

and I get so low

sometimes

cause there has never been a day

where i’ve not wished for time to wait

for me to take all my mistakes

and turn them around

some time, it flies

but sometimes it does fly solo

and I get so low

sometimes

and some time, it hurts

and sometimes it just ain’t worth it

but I think you’re worth it

sometimes

I See a Door

I see a door

but i’d like to sit inside these walls for just an hour more

cause my eyes have seen the future and I don’t like what’s in store

Oh I see a door, oh I see a door

I hear a war

but i’d like to sit inside these walls for just an hour more

cause I can hear the bloodcries and I think I dropped my sword

I hear a war, oh I hear a war

I see a door

but i’d like to sit inside these walls for just an hour more

cause I know the things that save me just might hurt a little more

I see a door, oh I see a door

and in that door, there’s a tree

and it’s calling out to me

on to bigger things

on to wider things

in that expanse, there’s a man

reaching out with broken hands

asking me to dance

but i’ve forgotten how to dance

but we’re dancing through the door

and I don’t know how I got here but I know that I want more

cause my heart has heard the music and I know who wrote the score

Oh I see a door, oh I see a door

Oh I see a door

 

 

 

VOWS (2017)

What was i doing

What was I doing

Playing with your heart

What was I thinking

I wasn’t thinking from the start

And if I ever get the chance to love you right

And I hope I do, I hope I do

And if I ever have a hand to hold so tight

I hope it’s you,  I hope it's you

 

What were you doing

Giving me your love

What were you hoping

Were you hoping I would jump

And if you ever get the chance to love so true

I hope it’s right, I hope it’s right

And if you ever feel the sun shine down on you

I hope it’s bright, I hope it’s bright

 

You were always hiding from me

I was hiding too

Tiny corners big enough to whisper

I loved you

 

What were we doing

Sitting in the flames

When we were burning

Calling out the other’s name

And if I ever get the chance to make it right

I hope I’m kind, I hope I'm kind

And if you ever get to stand tall black and white

Oh I won't mind, well I won't mind

HOney I do

I was just dreaming today

About that Salinger story we both loved

And how I poured over each page

And combed it for clues about how to get closer to you

I was just dreaming today

About all the times that I crept in the kitchen

And you cooked up something to say

And I scoured for dirt on the floors just to sweep them again

 

Little did I know that after some time

I’d be sitting here wishin for things that aren’t mine

 

Cause I want you

Oh honey I do

Oh I want you

As much as it can be true

Much as I try

Good as I lie

I want you

 

I was just dreaming tonight

About that time when you told me we’d marry

And I didn’t put up a fight

Cause Paris is lovely and so were the things that you said

I was just dreaming today

About how we never could talk without shouting

Obsessing about being right

And how it would feel when we both gave it up in the end

 

Little did I know that though it’s been long

I ‘d be here on my knees conjuring you in song

 

Cause I want you

Honey I do

Oh I want you

As much as it can be true

Much as I try

Good as I lie

I want you

 

And you called me Zelda, said you were F. Scott

Oh but I’ve done my research, I haven’t forgot

Oh the end of the story, the end of the plot

When their love lost the war to the vices they fought

But how are you what are you doing this hour

I am finding almost impossible now

To forget all the things that I couldn’t allow

To escape from my lips, manifest in a shout

 

That I want you

Oh honey I do

Oh I want you

As much as it can be true

Much as I try

Good as I lie

I want you



 

Vows

What is to have and to hold

If I have not kept you close to my fold

What is in sickness and health

If I have not told you how I felt

What if the earth’s just the earth

What if there’s no rebirth

We’re just stuck in our firsts

stuck in our worsts

 

What does till death do us part mean

Cause honestly darling I’ve got to go

What is for rich or for poor

cause there’s so much more that I need to know

What if the things that I want

aren’t the things that I want

when the evening has gone

and the morning has come

when the morning has come

 

Oh how do you choose

How do you choose me

How do you choose

Knowing you might lose me

 

What is for better or worse

Cause from what I have heard there’s a lot in between

What is from this day forward

If everything onward is in the unseen

What if I whisper my vows

What if they are not loud enough

What if they drown

What if I can’t be found

 

Oh how do you choose

How do you choose me

How do you choose

Knowing you might lose me

 

What are the vows that I’ve said

Cause the ones in my head I can’t seem to get out

What if I do but I can’t

And I won’t ever find a way back to your heart

 


 

roll with me

I drank the fire, I bled the flames

I woke the town at midnight screaming out your name

Before your name, oh I was afloat

Now I’m a paperweight been tethered to your boat

 

And I can remember the feeling of choice

It threw a punch louder than any other voice

But the past’s an engine, and memories fuel

And I keep prayin someone siphons me from you

 

They tell me girl they broke the mold when they made you

But I just want to grow old in age with you

I’m not such a rolling stone as I’m made to be

Won't you roll with me

 

The things I carry may never leave

Oh they may burrow like a burrow till they bleed

Like the way you loved me, and the way you tried

And the way I couldn’t and quite never did know why

So I scan the night sky, searching for rain

To come and pour down, rid the good land of your name

And I think of wise men comin from east

And wish that star had never beckoned me to thee

 

They tell me girl they broke the mold when they made you

But I just want to grow old in age with you

I’m not such a rolling stone as I’m made to be

Won't you roll with me

 

Cause it’s a hard thing living inside the walls you built

The weight might kill if it crumbles

And it’s a battle to climb down all these stairs

My steps are spare and I’m tumblin down to the well,

To the well

Where I fell

Where I felt you near

 

They tell me girl they broke the mold when they made you

But I just want to grow old in age with you

I’m not such a rolling stone as I’m made to be

Won't you roll with me

Wild things

I've never been too good at letting go

I keep letters that you wrote me in a box under my window

And I sometimes read them in the dim light of the evening

Wonder what it was that made you feel like leaving for the wild things

 

I've got a neighbor she is 85

She said honey I don’t feel like I am living life

I’m just existing

Waiting on the next big snow covered morning

I said Barbara don’t you lean into despair

I have come in through the garden and there’s signs of life out there among the wild things

 

I've never been too good at growing old

Every turning of the year feels like it creeps in with the cold

But you remind me that there's beauty in expanse

Will I remember how to free my legs to dance among the wild things

 

And when I’m old and when I’m grey

When I’ve all my days behind me and I’ve all my words to say

Would you lay me down to rest down in the meadow

Watch me smile as I leave you and I’m headed to the wild things

 

And when the darkness comes tell me where I’m from

And how I might return to the peace of the wild things

 

And when my body's in the land

And my soul has burst wide open with its unfettered plans

I will know I was somebody that was loved

And I'll rest easy knowing I have seen enough of the wild things 

Dirt

Kicking up the same old dirt

That gathered round my mother’s mother’s skirt

I’ve come to find that in my mind

It’s half of what they’ve left behind

And half of what I hope to find

 

Cause I’m a new creation born

Of generations weathered and well-worn

And deep in every child’s face

There lives an old familiar place

Some well-preserved, some well-erased

 

And all these things are creeping through the earth

A blackened brand of birth

And firsts are never firsts

When you’re inheriting the dirt

 

And one day when I’ve tamed the wild

And summoned of the earth a little child

I’ll fail to save her though I’ll try

And she’ll forgive me as she cries,

“My face is yours and yours is mine”

 

And all these things are creeping through the earth

A blackened brand of birth

And firsts are never firsts

When you’re inheriting the dirt

 

And sometimes when I’m all alone

I close my eyes and hear my mother’s tone

She held me in her arms at night

And whispered that we’d be all right

We hurt and also we delight

And that’s the thing about this life

 

It's Okay

Woke up today to find that I was grown

Oh the seeds that I've been sowing

Seems they have all been sown

Woke up today to find that I had changed

All the thoughts I swore I'd never lose

Had all been rearranged

 

And it's okay

It's okay

It's okay

It's finally okay

 

Yesterday's fear was thick like August heat

Oh the shackles they crept growing 

Creeping up around my feet

Yesterday's pain weighed heavy on my heart

I was caught up in a standstill

Waiting for my life to start

 

And it's okay

It's okay

It's okay

It's finally okay

 

I know what tomorrow holds is still unknown

And no matter if I sing it so

I'm never fully grown

I know that tomorrow's plans are still unseen

But that life can still occur in the here and nows and in between

 

And it's okay

It's okay

It's okay

It's finally okay

 

And it is well, it is well

It is well, it is well with my soul

God Knows

Get your mouth out my dreams

Don't you know you don't live here no more

Don't you know that I mean what I say, as I hammer all 95 nails to the door

And God knows I've tried

God knows I'm tired

God knows what  I don't know

 

Get your eyes out my gaze

Can't you see that I'm hurting still

I ain't got any trick plays, darlin

Don't know that I ever will

And God knows I've asked

God knows I've wallowed and watched the time pass

God knows what I don't know

 

Get your breath off my cheek

Can't you feel that I'm cryin

Can't you hear that I cannot speak

When I do I'm just lyin

And God knows I'm spent

God knows I've wasted every last cent

God knows what I don't know

 

Like how are you doing

And where am I going

And how does a person

Carry on when they're broken

Cause there's no rewinding

Only painful reminding

Of the harvest moon glowing and its shadow so blinding

Oh wehre do I turn now

I looked right and got left out

Looked to heaven got left down

Oh God knows I've been let down

God knows I'm free

At least waiting to be

God knows that I'm hoping to God that you're missing me

Arise child ep (2009)

If you Can

would you give me the answers i’ve been seeking

been seeking them for hours, hours, hours

would you lead me across this dead horizon

we could call it ours, ours, ours

cause life is a blink of an eye

but right now it’s a car

that i don’t wanna drive

but you, you are a lamb

and i just want you to hold me in your hands

if you can

would you leave me

if i strayed too far from

the places that i came from

would you leave me

would you love me

if virtues weren’t a friend to

the people that i gave my hopes to

would you

cause life is a blink of an eye

but right now it’s a car

that i don’t wanna drive

but you, you are a lamb

and i just want you to hold me in your hands

if you can

Arise Child

arise child and hear this song

four-poster runs ten feet long

hope dances on sunlight’s rays

projected on window panes

and you will see that this is not all for nothing

as your eyes begin to change

and embrace all that i’ve made

let grace creep in corners of your smile

i’ll promise peace but it might take a while

and you will see that this is not all for nothing

arise child and hear this song

Everybody Leaves

the thing that tears us from the ones we love

has different ways of showing up

and rendering us unconcious

whether it was a fancy job

or just a lack of love

between the ones you said

you always looked up to the most

well i was never seein faces

just the backs of heads going to different places

different places

was this the marriage of our youthful days

before we all went separate ways

all went separate ways

sometimes i wonder was it worth the pain

or should i have come to be my age

by making friends with my reflections in the rain

cause i was never seein faces

just the backs of heads going to different places

different places

and you were always saying sorry

as a blurry car drove off with everybody

“everybody leaves”

that’s what they say

“but everybody breathes a brand new day”

but i found that it was harder than i thought

harder than i thought

 

When the Sandstorm Came

When the sandstorm came

it was all i could do not to cry

at the thought of your shattered wings

that your maker had fashioned

with all of the care in the world

when the sandstorm came

you were right in the middle

caught in the middle

and i couldnt reach you if i had tried

when the sandstorm came

i was right there beside you

and as much as i tried to

forget what you said

it rang like a melody

burrowing into me

ohh

and you and your maker

gripping you tightly

singing you melodies

whispering softly

you are fearfully and wonderfully made

you are fearfully and wonderfully made

when the sandstorm came

it was all i could do not to cry

at the thought of your shattered wings

that your maker had fashioned

with all of the care in the world

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“Armed with her guitar, the occasional uplifting fiddle, sporadic percussion, and her honey-sweet voice, VOWS is a simple but elegant debut LP from Kaiti Jones.” - Sound of Boston

”Spine chilling, beautifully haunting.” - WGBH

“Jones has one of those voices with a real pop sentimentality, it just works so well. She has a great range and feels confident and strong … you may pay too much attention to it and not realize that the gal also happens to write some real great tunes to boot. Listen to the lyrics people, she has got something to say.” – Red Line Roots

“…Jones’ voice hovers between the quirkiness of Joni Mitchell, and Emmylou’s country classicism…she does pensive and meditative with equal aplomb.” - Leicester Bangs Blog
 
 

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About Kaiti Jones

 
 

On the inside cover of singer-songwriter Kaiti Jones’ new record, VOWS, it reads:

Vow. a solemn promise or assertion; specifically: one by which a person is bound to an act, service, or condition.

As human beings, we take daily vows. With our relationships, our families, our beliefs, the stories we tell ourselves and others, and the characters and memories to which we give power – we are constantly taking vows with the things around us. For better, or for worse. I think this is a universal part of the story of humankind, a story I hope this collection of songs allows each of you to enter in some way. Thank you, dear friends, for your ears. May these stories leave you better, richer, fuller than you were before.

Since Jones was three, she has wielded a musical instrument. Jones mastered the viola in high school and dabbled on piano, french horn, and cello growing up. But it wasn’t until age 13, when Jones finally picked up a guitar, that she began making music on her own terms. It’s an electric guitar that Jones started writing on. She created distorted lo-fi rock songs with blaring power chords – an appropriate cure for teenage angst, or middle-school confusion. By the end of high school Jones had fallen into folk, more or less abandoning her rock roots.

In 2009,  Jones recorded her first EP, Arise Child. It’s a dark, dreamy mix illustrating Jones’ ability to pull one into a story through lyrics heavily devoted to the deep regard she has for human connection. At the time, she was studying creative writing at Belmont University in Nashville, Tennessee. There, she developed her songwriting through crafting personal essays and making music in various studios scattered across the city.

Jones’ next EP, Growing Things, came out four years later in 2013. The production value increased and her style became more distinct. The songs are tighter, simpler, and emphasize characteristics of some of Jones’ favorite writers: Flannery O’Connor’s visceral stories of hardship, faith, doubt, and praise; the way Wendell Berry connects human lives and the earth; and the sense of wonder and beauty found in the words of Madeleine L’Engle. Her songwriting echoes the traditions of Patty Griffin, Josh Ritter, Anais Mitchell, and Bob Dylan – people who, as Jones likes to say, “know how to tell a story.” The themes entwined in these artists’ works find their way into Jones’ music, where pain, love, and hope exist along a dusty windblown plane somewhere deep within.

On November 26th, 2017 – another four years later – Jones filled an intimate subterranean music venue with over one hundred people she knows and cares for, the very people who live at the roots of her songs. This was Jones’ first time headlining Club Passim (she sold it out nearly a month before the show), a legendary folk spot located down the street from her home in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Her first full-length record, VOWS, dropped only a few days earlier and copies of it rested on the table in the front hall.

Jones’ vows are genuine. They live in her music, her deeply personal lyricism, and the commitment she has made to her community. The album itself took on another level of professionalism, showcasing the immense growth Jones has made as a songwriter, composer, producer and musician over the past eight years. For this project she was sought out by Golden Bear Records, an indie label in Des Moines, Iowa. Over two weeks in the studio in June, Jones and the folks at GBR made VOWS come to life. Now, go to the stereo in search of yourselves. In Jones’ words, may you feel “better, richer, fuller than before."

Upcoming shows

 

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