Jon Everitt plays and sings when people are kind enough to ask him he makes his living as a graphic designer, illustrator and painter and lives in in Southsea.

Jon took up the guitar at school in the (very) early 1970s as a cunning ploy for evading any participation in team sports, within three weeks he was hooked and has been a guitar addict ever since. During his years at art school he supplemented his grant (remember those) by playing in local restaurants and bars three or four times a week. In one italian restaurant the owner would request “House of the Rising Sun” at least four times a night and would get the customers to tip Jon with grappa. The net result being that he refuses to play “House of the Rising Sun” ever again but really likes grappa.

Jon’s taste and style could best be described as eclectic and he plays music from a diverse range of sources from classical and jazz through to modern rock via folk and country. His own songwriting is no less diverse and at the current rate of production he hopes to release an album 2026

The Bad Guy’s Lullaby

I was a redskin with my bow in my hand
Fighting the white man who’d stolen our land
I was whoopin’ and hollerin’ and the fightin’ was hot
when I took a bullet and slid out of shot

Remember the bad guys, they’ve got lives as well
they’re husbands and fathers and brothers
Remember the bad guys in movies who fell
To serve as a lesson for others

I had a Derringer and a natty black suit
but I learned really fast that bad guys can’t shoot
and it always seems so desperately hard
that a good guy can pop you you from 400 yards

Remember the bad guys, they’ve got lives as well
they’re husbands and fathers and brothers
Remember the bad guys in movies who fell
Some of them even had mothers

Oh the cowpokes in black hats and the henchmen in bars
who are shot and expire after cheatin at cards
Varmints and rustlers who shoot but can’t hit
the life of a villain is short, sharp and shit

Remember the bad guys, they’ve got lives as well
they’re husbands and fathers and brothers
Remember the bad guys in movies who fell
who were mourned by weeping lovers

So go to sleep little cowboys and count those white sheep
say a prayer for those hombres who’s lives were so cheap
Injuns and mexicans slaughtered like rats
and killed in their dozens by by the guys in white hats