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Quite simply the most disturbing thing I've ever seen on the internet. And I've seen the rough stuff.
About Jimm:
Jimm was born a poor black child. He remembers the days sitting on the porch with the family singing and dancing, down in Louisiana, when his only toys were a tetanus-covered stick and messy hair. His father told him he was not really born at all, but in fact, a crow shit him onto a stump. A "rough and tumble" child {read: clumsy} he bears the scars of a life of unintentional slapstick.
Now as an adult he is an enigma; a question mark. Like John Clayton, Lord Greystoke before him, Jimm was raised in the bracken and boughs, among still waters and the furies of creation, yet he can be seated to sup among Lords, giving no indication of his origins save a faint odour of chelonian effluence. Part Henry Miller, part Alfred E. Neuman he is a lovable goof and a textbook Scorpio.
How did he become such an international jet setter, so windswept and interesting? A right proper Victorian Dandy, Jimm is at once both a master as well as appréciateur of so-called civil society, yet so contemptuous of its failing participants that he lives in a protracted state of oscillation between love and loathing of all. To return alone to the damp earth beneath the canopy will no longer suffice. His social cohorts, however, fail him every day.
Jimm no longer lives in the world of man, yet walks next to him every day.
All in all a pleasant fellow, He finds temporary solace as a secluded Bohemian and non-self-sufficient farmer, who seeks to get off the grid, live by candle light and only eat what he kills or grows, living alone in the bee-loud glade, as it were.
Recently realizing a long-time dream to return to the alluvial soils of his past, Jimm now keeps a tiny barge-wood cottage situated right at the center of the oxbow levee created by the mighty Mississippi river that gives the Crescent City this name. Here, ancient wide-plank floors lead to double sets of French doors which open to a magnolia-shaded yard in a community called "Faubourg Marengo", a subset of "East Riverside, Uptown New Orleans". He is sickeningly grateful to be given access to land in this most beautiful place in the world. He promises to be a conscientious keeper of his space. He loves this city like he loves his mother.
Furthermore, He's pretty damn cranky now that He has created a huge website of links to music websites and artists who've all abandoned their sites for Myspace (hence his arrival here). You may visit it at 121 Rue Bienville. He blogs so infrequently that he has two blogs. One at Blogspot {updated 05Feb08}. And another one at Blogspot {updated 11Nov07}
(Who in the HELL has time to blog? Seriously.)
All silly TMI surveys that normally pepper Myspace pages will be collected Here.
About You: You know nothing about Civics, History or Economics. Don't talk to Jimm about current events or your spoon-fed opinions of them or unload some bilge water you picked up in secluded bays like NPR or the New Yorker. If you can't argue both sides of the argument, you have no business opening your mouth to champion one or the other. You're not politically savvy. You're an ignorant stooge. Oh- and if you're a musician, please spare me your political ruminations. I don't ask my congressman to play Jazz. That would be just uninformed noise...also.
Lastly, Myspace denizens, please learn when to use "Me" and "I" in your picture captions. Grammar is so important. I'm not exactly an expert, so if it bugs me, you must really suck. Please make use of this.
