John Stephen Howard
- Actor
- Art Department
- Composer
John Stephen Howard began playing music to meet females, back in his
original hometown of Houston, Texas. Before long, he realized that it
just wasn't going to work. He also realized that he actually enjoyed
making music.
Having listened to many kinds of music growing up around his dad and brothers and having no early musical affinity, he turned to rock and roll, his first and last only real amplified hope to feminine attention.
Fortunately, it worked. Howard really enjoyed the adulation, when it came. You know, off and sometimes on. And on. Well, this went on and on for many years, mostly in New Mexico, and it all remains a very hazy but happy memory.
Howard played in duos, trios, four-piece combos, five and six piece bands and always rock and then country.
He always seemed to play with others who were a lot better than him. Hmmmm. Why this happened he attributes to mostly dumb luck. He learned much from those better band mates, and his self medicating talents were also improving rapidly.
At some point (who really knows? It's all kinda hazy now...) "Stoney," as he was sometimes and somewhat nastily referred to, began to make up his own little tunes and even to sing them all by his lonesome -- obviously, an admission of a total lack of self understanding and the act of a shallow someone exhibiting low demeanor.
And yet, he met women.
Along the way, John Stephen Howard jammed with the likes of Ray Wylie Hubbard and Wes Studi, replaced Michael Martin Murphy in a trio, fronted one of the most popular bands in Taos, embarked on a tour of Holiday Inns throughout the country, earned real cash for his paintings and etchings, worked in independent films, collaborated with non-musical artists like Stan Herd and Kevin Willmott and scored videos. But then, after all, who hasn't?
John Steven Howard, now a genuine adult living in Lawrence, Kansas, has gone on to release an album of songs called by some, "A CD of some playability." Others refer to it as Last Call at Lascaux.
Having listened to many kinds of music growing up around his dad and brothers and having no early musical affinity, he turned to rock and roll, his first and last only real amplified hope to feminine attention.
Fortunately, it worked. Howard really enjoyed the adulation, when it came. You know, off and sometimes on. And on. Well, this went on and on for many years, mostly in New Mexico, and it all remains a very hazy but happy memory.
Howard played in duos, trios, four-piece combos, five and six piece bands and always rock and then country.
He always seemed to play with others who were a lot better than him. Hmmmm. Why this happened he attributes to mostly dumb luck. He learned much from those better band mates, and his self medicating talents were also improving rapidly.
At some point (who really knows? It's all kinda hazy now...) "Stoney," as he was sometimes and somewhat nastily referred to, began to make up his own little tunes and even to sing them all by his lonesome -- obviously, an admission of a total lack of self understanding and the act of a shallow someone exhibiting low demeanor.
And yet, he met women.
Along the way, John Stephen Howard jammed with the likes of Ray Wylie Hubbard and Wes Studi, replaced Michael Martin Murphy in a trio, fronted one of the most popular bands in Taos, embarked on a tour of Holiday Inns throughout the country, earned real cash for his paintings and etchings, worked in independent films, collaborated with non-musical artists like Stan Herd and Kevin Willmott and scored videos. But then, after all, who hasn't?
John Steven Howard, now a genuine adult living in Lawrence, Kansas, has gone on to release an album of songs called by some, "A CD of some playability." Others refer to it as Last Call at Lascaux.
