Jim was born and raised in Maine, beginning his affair with music on the drums. There, he proceeded to ruin his eardrums, as evidenced by his really bad guitar playing and his penchant for writing songs that all sound the same, if only he could hear them!

But like a broken clock being right twice a day, Jim sometimes manages to write something half decent, and is currently looking for a like minded soul or two who can sing better harmony than he can.

Since most gigs start after his bedtime, Jim mostly sings and plays for pleasure, especially when campfires are involved. You could give him a call, but he probably wouldn't hear you. But you could email- so far his eyes are working just fine.