March 12th, 1980

...he would have a total freakout.
We have been watching lots of good videos these days. We rented this really scary movie about a gilr who goes crazy and keeps a cooked rabbit in her purse. Sometimes that's exactly how I feel.
Seriously, like this Carol is no Carol Maryll(?)

March 12 '80
This is "Merch Boy". N. & I call him that because he seems to be at every single gig we go to and he is always selling something. She thinks he has some kind of crush on me because he gives me stickers and pins every time I see him. I think he's actually trying to get to her through me which totally horrifies her. She has some crush now on this other guy who, surprise surprise looks exactly like David Bowie. I mean come on let's move forward with this...

They're All Going to Laugh at You

Janie Jones at the Cococo Lounge

Album Cover ?

These Images, found in one of Janie's former residences, were recently submitted to the Janie Jones Archive. They are believed to be photographs taken for an unrealized album cover.

Fan Mail for Janie

" Now I've listened to your album and read the liner notes front to back.
I don't know quite what to say or how to thank you.
You are super brave.
It's awesome."
The many fan letters found amongst Janie's belongings lead us to believe she recorded an album of original music. The only recordings found amongst her belongings are five independent cover songs. The Janie Jones Archive has compiled these into a cd which is available upon request by writing or emailing :
Janie Jones
P.O.Box 33889 Station D
Vancouver, B.C.
V6J 4L6
Canada
janiejonesarchive@gmail.com

Janie's Room circa 1980

It's Not the End of the World

The date of this photo is unknown (believed to be between 1980 - 1982) but Janie's return to a book (It's Not the End of the World by Judy Blume) that is clearly written for a much younger audience leads us to believe that her impending breakup with S. has re-awakened the fears and anxiety she suffered during her parents' divorce when she was an adolescent.

Janie Was Here

Janie & the Merch Guy, circa 1980

Janie Jones circa 1980

The Janie Jones Archive is in the process of scanning and uploading a set of photographs belonging to Janie. This is a photo of Janie, believed to be taken around 1980 when she had just left home to live in a communal warehouse space with a group of artists and musicians.

February 24th, 1980

Finally! back to the bloody car! I didn’t see S. for the rest of that day and then I didn’t work for a few days after that. I was kind of nervous about seeing him again because I figured he would totally know that the crush was mutual but when I saw him he was completely normal. Work was as boring as usual and the Cougar played disgusting music as usual and S.’s eyes were ridiculously blue as usual. I left work and was waiting at the bus stop when I heard what sounded like the most horrendous thunder boiling in the sky but lo and behold it was the sound of S’s car as he pulled up to the bus stop. He cracked me up as he leaned out the window and said, “pull up to the bumper baby.” Who would have thunk that S. would know a Grace Jones song. He offered me a ride home. It was cold as hell and of course the heater is broken in his car so he pulled me across the bench seat closer to him and put his arm around me!!!! I thought I was going to die. We didn’t say a word and when he pulled into Montgomery Park he stopped the car and we started kissing madly. I think we necked for about an hour and then I had to go. He (of course) was playing Led Zeppelin, which would normally totally gross me out but there was something really amazingly sexy about making out with a rocker boy to “when the levee breaks.”
I am totally going to have to burn this diary.

February 23rd, 1980

Sorry I had to stop writing because N. came over and wanted to know what I was freaking out about. I thought I was acting normal but like any good friend she knew something was up.
So I told her about S. and now she’s like my co-conspiring handmaiden.
I thought she was going to freak out because she’s got this cool older punk boyfriend but she was actually really nice about it. Although, she did say she would never speak to me again if she saw me in the passenger seat of that behemouth of a head banger car he drives.
Speaking of that car, I never finished writing about what happened. So after I pretended to go off photocopying to cover the fact that my heart-rate had more in common with a hummingbird than a human. I had to stand in the hallway and take slow deep breaths so as not to die a sudden death from desire in front of Mr. L.
Oh, I can’t believe this but my Mom is screaming at me right now so I’ll have to finish later.

February 18th, 1980

I am dying here. I haven’t written for so long because S. and I are having this torrid secret love thing. It is almost unbearable to write it down because I am terrified that someone will find this diary one day and read this. I’ve got to remember to burn it one day.
Okay this is what happened. He gave me that book, A Confederacy of Dunces, which he thought I would love but it turned out to be the worst book ever about some disgusting fat guy with diverticulitis. Of course I couldn’t keep my mouth shut after I read it and told him at work that it completely sucked and what was he thinking??!! And then I noticed his eyes. Oh my GOD, they are so crystal clear I’m going to die if I look into them any longer turquoise pools of gorgeousness. And then I noticed he was watching my mouth the whole time I was telling him I hated this book and the next thing I know, my stomach is totally doing flip flops and I felt my face turning beet red. So, I shut up and told him I had to go photocopy something for Mr. L.
“I’m dead. I’m dead. I’m dead.”

February 5th, 1980

Okay this is a serious problem. S. gave me this book he thought I would like so now I am like 99.9% sure that he is into me. I keep catching him staring at me and he thinks I don’t notice. Sometimes guys are so dumb. Anyway we would totally be star crossed lovers if anything ever happened. The guy drives a Charger of all things.I could not be seen caught dead in that car.

January 20th, 1980

I just bought some black tights. They’re going to look so good with my 60’s cocktail dress & winkle pickers at the Romeo Void concert next weekend. More importantly, N. started going out with this older punker guy. He’s friends with these other arty punks in a band with this great song about Eisenhower & The Hippies. I’m sure they grew up making out to Led Zeppelin but they don’t want to have anything to do with it now which is pretty cool.

January 15th, 1980

I’m pretty sure that S. at work has a crush on me. The freaky thing is I kind of think he’s cute and he is pretty nice even if he does like AC/DC. I’m sure S. would beat up any of my friends if he ran into them. Besides, he hangs out with all the stupid rocker people at school. Boys like that just don’t like our kind. If my friends down at the club ever found out about this I would be ostracized, shunned, and hurled out in the street. I’d be left to die in a world of white middle class mediocrity, doing the dishes waiting for S. to come home so I can run my fingers through his head banger hair and produce more mediocre children.
I’m sure his friends would feel the same way.
I better keep this to myself.

January 7th, 1980

I am so sick of the relentless head banging rock they play all frickin’ day on The Cougar. Not to mention the freaks I work with who insist on listening to that station. If I hear the Zep one more time I might have to kill someone. Don’t they realize our parents used to make out to that music – disgusting.
They asked me why I wear my make-up like I do and I asked them if they had ever heard of Siouxsie Sioux. That stumped their shriveled little pea brains. I’m sure their grey matter has shrunk from all the extra energy expended in growing long stringy rocker hair.
I can’t wait until I’ve saved enough money to record some real music. Thank God for College Radio. My Life was saved by Rock & Roll.

Typical Girls

he's in love with rock & roll

he's in love with getttin' stoned.
he's in love with Janie Jones.
But he don't like his boring job, no...
And he knows what he's got to do
So he knows he's gonna have fun with you
You lucky lady
and he knows when the evening comes
when his job is done he'll be over in his car for you