Jym Ponter

Jym Ponter

 Edinburgh, Scotland, GBR

He’s the trifecta of our time, a combined Bob Dylan/John Lennon/Kurt Cobain sound that blows listeners away. This hot honey's got gravel pitch, lyrical genius and the deep roots necessary to breathe life back into music and a soul reflective of a British invader fingering the pulse of American blues


He hopped a plane one morning and left Edinburgh with a few pounds in his pocket and his guitar-love, and found himself like so many bohemian artists in misty San Francisco. He ate grapes and crackers, found solace in hostel porcelain, and forgot his army-brat childhood. This nomad was hoping to lose himself and instead he found everything he could ever be: a stripped back style, raw and coercive, life amid the graveyard of modern music. He tracked it back to Robert Johnson and Blind Willie McTell, through the soul of the railriding south, felt his way through his sweet mama's old Bob Dylan records, listened with a musician's heart to the Beatles, Syd Barrett, the kinks, the Sex Pistols, Otis Redding, Ravi Shankar, Bessie Smith, Leonard Cohen. Despite constant reminders that his gravelly voice, flannel shirts and long hair remind others of grunge god, Kurt Cobain, Jym prefers the lesser known Clove Kintson or even Blind Plot Thickens to the profitable prophet of 90s Seattle. Instead, in the histories of blues, jazz, mo-town, he saddened and raged the wrecked lives, moreso the stolen songs that changed all. He absorbed the meaning and shed the pretense. He inhaled the soul and exhaled the limitation of physical presence. To Jym, music is bigger, is more important, than any other thing, including his own life, he knows his life will be sacrificed on the altar of that love like so many have been before him. And he embraces that. After a month of survival on the San Fran streets, he boarded a plane and went back to Scotland to record the first of many self-produced albums such as "Put Downs" and the phenomenal "Mythology and Pest Control" & the studio-recorded "Howevermonger". The most accomplished is "Moriarty", an album which possibly gets the closest to what he believes music really should be. And in it, we can hear the lyrical ingenuity, the musical dexterity, the innovative genius and the infinite passion that makes his new songs sound like classics. And over the years and albums, Jym has found the confidence bordering on crazy that reflect in his starburst blue eyes and rarely seen grin. What sets him apart? Everything. Listen to the radio and hear the same band over and over and over...then listen to Jym, and hear yourself. He's not going to play because you pay -- he's going to play because he must. He has no choice. Unlike the by-products of contemporary music culture, those who set out for fellatio, finances and fame, Jym simply is music, music in its simplest, sexiest, surest sense.


Albums include
Pisces Throat Songs;
Put Downs;
Mythology and Pest Control;
Yeah, Yeah, Calm Yourselves;
But if We Suffered they would Surely Kill Us;
Savant Garde.

Self produced singer/songwriter; Commercially unreleased.

Over 100 songs, seen at gigs and open mics all over Glasgow, Edinburgh, and the United States - for more details and vids, check out: www.facebook.com/jympontermusic or www.youtube.come/jympontermusic

Set List

Typical Set List?
Jym has too many songs to keep one 'typical' set list.
He can play for hours.
He prefers originals, but has been known to throw in some Bob Dylan and 30s blues.

This lists just a few of his songs:
All the mad
Codeine of medicine
Sick Customer
The Pig's Divorce
Pepper Spray
Jym Ponter
The Decibels
Vertigo in the Plain Whorl of your Finger
Enquiring Minds want to Bleed
Way to Move Blues
Clever Me
Refrain 11
Lose Your Head
Give My Gold Records to the 8th Street Alchemists
As an Afterthought
Gallows Humor
Nonchalance and baggage, an opera
Lady, Go Drown Yer Freakshow Man
Reality TV for Scent Markers
Mute Point
Flesh of My Roadside Memory
Care Less
A Cold Confinement Trick
I Ain't Gonna Hang for This
Bleu Dirge
Scrapes Along
...and I took the train too
A Rasp Back to Basics
Pistol-Whip Insurance
In Haste
Dying Alone and Other Variables
Of Cultural Significance