Trevor Jones is a singer/songwriter who works with Marcus Cliffe as Miracle Mile and also has a solo career as Jones. Read on for his musical recommendations for music to get you by…

Music is a balm. For me a daily dose is vital for my mental health. I like to listen first thing; sets me up for the challenges.

I listen to so much music but an album that’s become important to me The Ash and the Clay by The Milk Carton Kids. This has kept me company on my daily commute into and out of London. Not so much out of choice but out of necessity as it’s stuck in the archaic CD player of my archaic car. It’s a gentle affair with much whispered worldly wisdom about not missing your life: Take this: the title track

‘The swing sets are empty like dirt turned the dark of the night
The center of this town it used to whirl in the glow of twilight
It might look like God’s away with all the trouble these days
We’ll come home before the girls are grown
We’re coming home tonight

What, oh, have we done to run this country into such a sight
Stolen from our brothers like we couldn’t find a fair enough fight…

I know we want what’s best for us — I know it has to come at a price
I also know the trouble that you find when you stop being nice
You look around you one day
What you once knew didn’t stay
Let’s come home before the girls are grown
Let’s come home tonight’

Music about home is important to me. Perhaps because I was a ‘Forces Brat’: never had the same bed for more than 2 years. Then I was banished to boarding school for my adolescence. This has got to be the best song ever written about the longing for the sense of that place that we call ‘home’.

Finally, a reminder of the transience of things. I have songs of his that I love better (Kentucky Avenue/Ruby’s Arms) but this is the Tom Waits song that I return to the most. The poetry within is just beautiful:

‘And they all pretend they’re Orphans
And their memory’s like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can’t remember
Tell the things you can’t forget that
History puts a saint in every dream

Well she said she’d stick around
Until the bandages came off
But these mamas boys just don’t know when to quit
And Matilda asks the sailors are those dreams
Or are those prayers?’
So just close your eyes, son
And this won’t hurt a bit

And it’s Time Time Time
And it’s Time Time Time
And it’s Time Time Time
That you love
And it’s Time Time Time’


Raising awareness and funds for the Nordoff Robbins charity –

More about Trevor Jones and his music here

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