The Shoe Burnin’: Stories of Southern Soul is a collection of the works of 24 diverse, talented southern writers and singers.
Chuck Jones’ compositions embody the spirit and soul of his hometown, Memphis. His songs have been recorded by diverse artists including Patti Labelle, Ronnie Milsap, Shelby Lynne, Chris Ledoux, The Fabulous Thunderbirds, Charlie Daniels, Deana Carter, Reba McEntire and Peter Cetera.
In 1994, John Berry’s version of “Your Love Amazes Me” hit the #1 spot and won Song Of The Year from the Country Radio Music Awards and the Music City News Country Songwriter Awards. Jones has also had #1’s with Diamond Rio’s “Love A Little Stronger” and Billy Dean’s “It’s What I Do”. He has had over 130 “cuts,” multiple top ten singles, and various other charting singles on country and pop radio during his tenure in Nashville.
In 2000, Jones started his own publishing company, Jonesin’ For A Hit LLC, which has garnered cuts on a variety of artists ranging from Montgomery Gentry and Trace Adkins to Rascal Flatts, Jake Owen and Randy Houser. Chuck recently inked a new co-publishing deal with the hot new publishing company, Wide Open Music Group. Since signing, he has had songs recorded by Danny Gokey of American Idol fame, Shawn Mullins and Jake Owen. He resides in Nashville with his wife, Becky Pommer Jones, and their daughter, Savannah Grace.
Excerpt from The Shoe Burnin' Stories of Southern Soul
“Rock and Roll Shoes” by Chuck Jones
Southern, like that blend of Irish and folk music that made its way from the hills in the east to Nashville, then onto the airwaves of the Grand Ole Opry in the 1920s. Southern, like the call and response songs of slaves who toiled in the fields beneath the lash of big cotton and evolved into Delta blues, gospel, and rhythm and blues. Southern, like that Creole gumbo of Louisiana jazz. Southern like those two kings, B.B. and Elvis. I have a framed print of a black and white photo of Elvis and B.B. King that was taken in the midst of the Civil Rights era on Beale Street in Memphis in the mid ‘50s, around the time I was born just a few blocks away, a stone’s throw from the Mighty Mississippi. They are standing side by side, Elvis in a dark striped suit and B.B. in an all white suit. The juxtaposition of black and white is striking. I’ve always loved the way this picture illustrates that music flies no flag but love. It has no allegiance except to truth. Most of the blood of the Civil War was spilled on Southern soil, and mingled there with the blood that made the cotton grow and the willow weep. From all this pain came a cry to God and that cry was American music. And when Savannah Grace, now almost fourteen, opens her mouth to grace this world with even one note from her pure and pristine heart and her prodigious and powerful lungs, all of that pain pours forth, albeit wrapped in a package ever so pretty and tied with a bow of beauty. Becky’s appellation was prescient and prophetic.