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My Life in a Jar - The Book of SMO
My Life in a Jar - The Book of SMO
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Born in Southern California and raised in Middle Tennessee, John Lee Smith followed his childhood dream of becoming a star. While he never set out to become the Boss of the Sticks, he created a style of music for people like himself, earning the title King of the Kuntry. Nicknamed Smo by his childhood buddies, he grew up to become a pioneer in the country rap genre.

A captivating tale of coming-of-age, Smo shares his heartaches and successes from signing with a major record label to having his own hit reality tv show. He even includes stories from his loyal fanbase he calls his "Kinfoke".

My Life in a Jar: The Book of Smo is a story of one man's dream turned reality and why he's still the Boss of the Sticks.

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PublisherJake Brown
Release dateAug 22, 2019
ISBN9781733025126
My Life in a Jar - The Book of SMO
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Jake Brown

Jake Brown is the owner of the hard rock label Versailles Records and the author of more than a dozen books, including Lil Wayne, An Unauthorized Biography; Dr. Dre in the Studio; Ready to Die: The Story of Biggie Smalls (Notorious B.I.G.); Red Hot Chili Peppers: In the Studio; and Suge Knight: The Rise, Fall and Rise of Death Row Records. He lives in Nashville, Tennessee.

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    My Life in a Jar - The Book of SMO - Jake Brown

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    © 2019 John Lee Smith / Jake Brown MY LIFE IN A JAR: The Book of SMO

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the prior permission of the publisher or in accordance with the provisions of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 or under the terms of any license permitting limited copying issued by the Copyright Licensing Agency.

    Published by: SMO-Motion Publishing/Baker & Taylor

    Text Design by: Darlene Swanson/van-garde.com

    Cover Design by: John Lee Smith and Bryn Person

    Editor: SB Lewis

    A CIP record for this book is available from the Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

    ISBN: 9780692139998

    Distributed by: BAKER & TAYLOR

    30 Amberwood Pkwy, Ashland, OH 44805

    Printed and bound in Location by McNaughton-Gunn

    www.mcnaughton-gunn.com

    Dedication & Thanks

    This book is dedicated to my parents, Carl Killer Smith and Mary Jane Smith. Y’all made one hell of a world for this ole boy. THANK YOU for everything! To my three beautiful daughters Ameria, Ansley, and Lanica — I love and cherish each of you. To my closest circle of true friends, THANK YOU! I appreciate your patience and support for many years, and I look forward to our future. To my KINFOKE, what can I say? You’ve made this journey so incredible in countless ways. Everything we have experienced together; words will never do justice! YOU are the gas in the SMOmotion Locomotion that will never stop pushin’ down this rebel road!

    Thank you!

    KINFOKE4LIFE

    "If you can’t say something nice about someone, don’t say nothing at all!

    ~ Momma Smo

    This book was handcrafted for the non-reader

    as well as the avid page-turner. When the font is

    larger throughout the book, it’s me speaking.

    Whenever it’s smaller, it’s my Kinfoke.

    Hope you enjoy,

    ~ SMO

    Contents

    Foreword: John Rich

    SHOWTIME!

    Part I: In The Beginning

    The Smackeroo Madman

    Farm Life

    The Hustler

    Now We’re Cookin’

    Part II: NO TURNING BACK

    The Graduate

    American Roots

    Kuntry Livin’

    Sharpie Stains

    Part III AND SO IT IS WRITTEN

    Talk of the Town

    The Resurrection

    The Exodus

    FREEDOM

    A Few Words From the Homies

    Jake Brown Dedication & Thanks

    Co-Author Bio

    The Guest List

    John Rich – Big & Rich/Friend

    Chris Smith – Brother

    Travis Fults – Childhood Friend

    Mary Jane Smith – aka Momma Smo

    Andy Milhauser – High School Friend

    Tommy Donegan – Family Friend

    Tyrone Watts – Brother from Another Mother

    "Ray ‘Orig the DJ’ Riddle – DJ/Producer/Friend

    JJ – Longtime Friend

    Haystak – Mentor/Southern Rap Legend

    Jon Conner – Producer/Videographer

    Charlie Bonnet III – Guitar player 2010 – 2012

    Jeff McCool – aka Brahma Bull

    Relapse – Co-Writer/Rapper/Friend

    Dan Nelson – Manager (2012 – 2017)

    Frank Wing – Booking Agent (2011 – 2018)

    Haden Carpenter – Hypeman (2014 – 2016)

    Bob Gillam – A&E TV Show Producer

    Rhett Akins – Nashville Songwriter

    Ameria Smith – Daughter

    Lanica Smith – Daughter

    Mike Lowrey – Security/Bus Driver

    Steve and Ladybug – Family Friends

    Kuntry – Kinfoke Brother

    Matt Julian – Kinfoke Brother

    Jason Mater – Producer (2015 – 2018)

    Bird Brooks – The Moonshine Bandits

    Demun Jones – Hick Hop Artist

    Clay Sharpe – The LACs

    Shannon Houchins – Average Joes Entertainment

    David ‘D-Ray’ Ray – Producer/Friend

    Foreword: John Rich

    I was on my tour bus with Cowboy Troy looking at unsigned artists and new music on YouTube. We always plug the laptop into the stereo to hear the music really loud. That night, we ran across this guy Big Smo. I remember thinking, Okay, this guy is interesting, because here’s this big, white guy rapping, and as Cowboy Troy would say, That boy goes hard. Then we got to the part of the video for Kickin’ It in Tennessee where he chops the chicken’s head off! When I saw that, I told Troy, Back that up, let me see that again! Did he really just do that?? This boy ain’t playing around!

    The first thing that got me about him was his tone. He could sing the alphabet in that voice and you’d probably go buy it! He’s convincing when he delivers his flow. It’s all part of connecting to the listener. That piqued my interest in him even more, so I started looking up more of his music. I reached out to say, Hey, I’m a fan of your music, keep it going. He hit me back and I wound up inviting him over to my house. We’ve had some long talks over the years about music. He’s opened for Big & Rich and I was on his TV show. It’s a great back and forth relationship. As I got to know him, I felt the cool thing about Smo is he genuinely is that person. He’s got that edge to him, but he’s also a family guy. He’s patriotic; he cares about the country and our military, and he does a lot of things for a lot of people behind the scenes. That’s something I have a great deal of respect for.

    To me, he rides a unique line because country rap is not a major genre. Even Cowboy Troy will tell you that rap about country stuff is not mainstream. Even though, in my opinion, it should be. When you mix it all up and do it well like Smo does, there’s a huge market for that. He really is a pioneer in a genre that has not seen its full potential. I feel like his contributions to this unique sound make him an important figure in that world. Smo’s artistic twist turned on a lot of ears to the country rap genre for the first time.

    Artists that are unafraid like Smo are rare. He creates art that leaves his mark. He’s nothing like anyone I know. It takes a lot of courage to be who you truly are. That a real artist’s spirit! After he got signed on a major label as the first artist in the Country Rap genre, I saw his character and ability to prove to people that what he’s doing is legit, because it is. I can tell you there’s traditionally not a lot of room for such a unique individual, but Smo was able to go in there and carve a place out for himself. The same thing happened with his TV show. There were millions of people a week tuning in to watch this guy! He believes in his art and loves what he does and the Kinfoke he does it for. Anytime I can do anything for Smo I will because he’s the Real McCoy.

    SHOWTIME!

    Five more minutes to go. I take the in-ears set and microphone from my tour manager. The steam from my hot tea soothes my throat. It’s a stark contrast from the moonshine and Red Stag I relied on to get ready for so many shows before this one. Not anymore. Throat Coat tea with lots of honey is key. I adjust my outfit and hit the head one last time. The green room is dingy and dimly lit. I pull a Sharpie out of my pocket and tag the usual Smo was here among the other famous and unknown names. I can hear the crowd before I even see them. The pounding of the kick-drum vibrates my chest and the faces in the front row illuminate under the stage lights before I even make the turn. I say a quick prayer and hop up on the stage.

    It’s showtime.

    Part I:

    In The Beginning

    Chapter 1:

    The Smackeroo Madman

    My daddy taught me that if you earn your way

    It will mean more to ya when you spend it some day

    Keep savin’ up ya change, never throw it away

    Fill ya jar to the top and put it somewhere safe.

    ~ My Life in a Jar

    From the time I can first remember, my dad called me John Boy. He used to say, John Boy, Smackeroo Madman, eating out of the garbage can! I never knew why, but he called me that all the time. I loved my dad. He’s always been my hero.

    Momma Smo: My husband’s nickname – which everybody always called him – was Killer. My mother and Aunt Margaret were sisters, and my Aunt Margaret married Carl’s Uncle Cecil. His grandparents raised him and his two siblings after their mother died when they were very young. Aunt Margaret and Uncle Cecil were at this gathering and Carl was with them because he happened to be on leave. I got stood up for a date, so Carl offered to drive me home. After that, Carl started showing up every day! We used to go to the Supper Club on Saturday nights to dance with Aunt Margaret and Uncle Cecil. Carl and his brother Don used to go too. We dated the whole time he was home on leave. He took me to football games, but I didn’t know anything about football, so I had to pretend I knew all about it.

    When we got married, I found myself on my first airplane ever to Florida. We got married in Jacksonville, and Carl took me to this really nice restaurant. Our table had this curtain around it and musicians were playing instruments. They brought out this HUGE pizza! I’d never had pizza before in my life! I took one bite of it and couldn’t eat anymore. Carl on the other hand ate the whole thing! I thought he would die that night!

    I was born in San Diego, California at Balboa Hospital. My dad, Chief Carl Avery Smith, was stationed at Imperial Beach. He was a career Navy man and had already served 25 years by the time I was born. I am the unexpected byproduct of a last-minute weekend trip to Vegas. My mom didn’t even believe it when she found out she was pregnant because she was almost 40 and my dad was 42.

    Momma Smo: It was a shock to say the least when Carl found out I was pregnant with John. At the time, I was an office manager on the Naval Base. I thought I had the flu or was having a nervous breakdown because I just felt awful. I had no earthly idea I was expecting. It had been twenty years since I had last been pregnant with John’s older half-sister! When I went to the infirmary on the base, they had me take a pregnancy test right there on the spot. I remember a young girl was sitting in the chair beside me, here I am 37, and they came out and told her she wasn’t pregnant. They looked at me and said, "But you are! I looked over at the young girl and said, The military screwed up again! You must be pregnant because I’m not! I’m a grandmother!"

    Once it sunk in that I was, in fact, pregnant, I went back to the office and called my husband who was out at sea at the time. When I finally got him on the line, I asked him, Are you sitting down? He said, No, why? I said Well, I think you better grab you a chair because you’re going to be a father. There were a couple seconds of silence, then he dropped the phone!

    Sometimes Carl would pick up celebrities from the airport when they flew in for appearances. He even picked up Bob Hope once. He loved to play golf and would take them along with him. A lot of times he would play by himself, so naturally he was on the golf course and unreachable when I went into labor. My girlfriend had to take me to the hospital, and by the time Carl got there, it was late that night. I was in hard labor with John Lee for 48 hours! He was 8 pounds, 8 ounces with a BIG head. When he was coming out, his head got squished during a pause in contractions. Carl joked with everybody that he was going to throw him into a dart board! My husband was quite a joker.

    John was into everything! He was in his high chair in the kitchen once. I looked away and when I turned back around, he had those little feet climbing up the refrigerator. Another time I found him in a hallway where I kept all my nice china

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