Jason Cimon - Honey Tightrope

You want to know what Mississippi does to musicians? This is what: It lends a frantic, classic desperation teetering on the edge of despair. A sense of place and strong character that you don't come across every day. A tragic beauty that happens of its own accord when your guitar and your voice is all you have in the whole big world and serve as a constant reminder that if you don't make your music work for you this time, if you don't take advantage of this narrow window of opportunity, you're done. Because it's this or stapling cotton batting to couch frames in a factory.

Jason Cimon is an on-again off-again music major at a small college outside of Tupelo, MS. He's never listened to a Jeff Buckley song all the way through, but it's obvious that the same things that once drove and inspired Buckley now do the same for Cimon.

His recordings are rough, one take numbers done in friends' bedrooms and bathrooms. After a few listens, you realize this is the only way they could be. A polished, clean studio rendition would only serve to obliterate the spirit behind the music.

Cimon sets out on the first leg of a summer tour later this week, heading in a general northeasterly direction in his beat up Toyota with $200.00 in his pocket and his guitar in the back seat.

Buy some merch and help put gas in his car so he can make his next date. Bring him some vegan-friendly food and a Dr. Pepper and make a new best friend.

Listen to more from Cimon's Summeraire 2005 Demo on his MySpace page.