There is something in a name, but there’s a hell of a lot more in three. Throughout American history, the greatest of our greats have displayed their brilliance a top a nomenclatural tripod: Martin Luther King, Frank Lloyd Write, Anna Nicole Smith, Billy Dee Williams…Every one of them, Titans.
And now the tradition continues with Nashville’s own, Matthew Perryman Jones.
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There is something in a name, but there’s a hell of a lot more in three. Throughout American history, the greatest of our greats have displayed their brilliance a top a nomenclatural tripod: Martin Luther King, Frank Lloyd Write, Anna Nicole Smith, Billy Dee Williams…Every one of them, Titans.
And now the tradition continues with Nashville’s own, Matthew Perryman Jones.
MPJ (as his friends call him) is a supernova level rock star looking for a place to happen. His vocals have a Bono-esque quality that make his live performances feel like church (in the best way). He writes songs from a deep place that simultaneously make people feel understood and want to stay up late and drink beer, which is probably why his fan base is so passionate about all things MPJ.
If you haven’t heard him yet, grab your headphones, put on a diaper and prepare to wet yourself. He’s unreal.