In The Flowers
You are listening to a personal friend of mine singing an entire album
of emotion≠packed songs.
I have known this young man, Anthony Armstrong Jones, for quite a few years as a classmate in junior and senior high school. Our ways parted upon graduation from high school, when I went away to college and he began to pursue his career. We kept in touch as old school chums sometimes do, but I knew only one "side" of my friend's life. He told funny stories about all the places he had been and sometimes he even sent post cards (not often).
His travels sounded exciting but his personal life was more interesting to me. He seemed to know everyone, and enjoyed himself wherever he happened to be.
He was an ace golfer, a pool shark, quite a poker player and loved to hunt quail in those rolling Oklahoma hills, but most of all, he was a true and loyal friend.
I had heard tapes of his recording sessions when he returned from Nashville and the songs eventually showed up on records that I faithfully purchased at the local record shop.
However, a few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to learn about the other "side" of Anthony Armstrong Jones. I experienced my first live recording session and heard a little of that famous Nashville Sound. I saw pages of typewritten words and scrambled notes of music transformed into feelings and emotions sung from the heart of my friend.
Now here are those same songs on an album for you to enjoy as much as I have. I found that my friend is not only a very fine person, but a very talented recording artist and entertainer.
Take it from me, next time A. A. Jones is performing in your part of the country, come out to see us. You see, I am traveling with him now, and our relationship has recently changed. I am sure you will enjoy this album, but he is much more charming and entertaining in person.
Mrs. Anthony Armstrong Jones