Born the only son to Jeremiah, a Baptist Preacher, and Susannah, a keen painter, young Jim was often the centre of attention within the family – inheriting his parents’ passion for expression via art and discussion. After buying a guitar and notebook, Jim started to write down whatever popped into his head. He worked in a local book store to pay the bills, and he performed his songs and told tall tales in local taverns for beer and peanuts. Jim took his guitar and songs on the road and by the end of the following year he declared that he planned to sit down and work on new material. We caught up with Jim and for a ‘Dirty Dozen’.
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Monday, 31 October 2011 14:43
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