I met my friend when he was playing in a band regularly at one of my then-local watering holes when I lived in Cupertino, the Britannia Arms. Jim played a lot of the pop artists I loved, like Elvis Costello, Crowded House, XTC, Joe Jackson, and others. And as I used to be a musician, we ended up talking and getting to know one another over time. Eventually Jim and I got to be a very good friends, as we had much in common and enjoyed each other’s company from politics to music to good beer. Jim also hosted a semi-regular poker game that was great fun for years. And his Halloween parties were legendary. I used them as the inspiration for the one I described in my novel, the Ghosts of Autumn. A few years ago Jim moved from the Bay Area to upstate New York to finish school. He got himself a little piece of rural land with a pond and a farmhouse on it where he’s currently living the life of a gentlemen farmer and itinerant musician. He also recently started a music blog. Happy birthday, Jim.
In front of his dressing room, with friend Bob, at Slim’s in San Francisco when he opened for Difford & Tilbrook of Squeeze.
Meeting with Glenn Tilbrook after the show.
At the Sarcasm Central Holiday Party in 1993.
Performing at my 33 1/3 Birthday Party.
Jim with his Dad.
About to blow out the candles at a birthday party many years ago.
In Las Vegas for a bachelor party. The one getting married was of the three gents to Jim’s right. I hate to say it, but I’m not sure who it was any more, it was such a long time ago. The other three guys were friends of Jim from when he lived in Chicago and I came along just for the fun of it.