Of my several distinguished namesakes, I will (alas) not be readily confused for my fellow muso Steve Jones, guitarist of the Sex Pistols—imagine the look on the face of his Careers Guidance Officer at school.
Press cuttings about him provide me with hours of harmless fun. This quote might seem to describe one of my own performances of the transition into the finale of Beethoven’s 5th symphony:
We were all looking at one another. It wasn’t panic, it was more confusion.
Another Stephen Jones, of Babybird, received this concert review:
Stephen Jones abused his audience, his band, and himself.
See also Limits to my versatility.