Jim’s Jams 2014 – Classic Jams: Disc One

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1.Lord Randal – Abner Jay
2.Looking For The Magic – Dwight Twilley Band
3.Bird – A to Austr
4.Jerome – Jim Sullivan
5.It’s Only A Matrix – Konrad
6.Talked About World – Don & Stevie
7.So Lonely – Ernie Graham
8.Deep Shadows – Little Ann
9.Reaching Out To You – The Golden Dawn
10.Can’t Get Her Out Of My Mind – Todd
11.For Beatriz – Jeff Pekarek
12.Tomorrow Come Someday – Tomorrow Come Someday
13.Close Your Eyes To The Sun – Just Others
14.Runner – Steve Atkinson
15.It’s Too Late – The Rats
16.Fulcanelli – Guy Skornik
17.Something Else Instead – The Deep Freeze Mice
18.The Unicorn – Peter Grudzien
19.The Mystery Sea – Johnny Blackburn & Mary Lauren
20.Happiness And Tears – Jan Duindam
21.Sunshine Woman – Euphoria
22.Would You Mind / The Writer – Fairfield Ski
23.Sur Le Borde L’Eau (On The Waters Edge) – Blind Uncle Gasbard

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Jim’s Jams 2014 – Classic Jams: Disc Two

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1.Written In Your Hair – Robert Lester Folsom
2.Broken Bridges – Mike Cooper
3.Winds Of Change – Lloyd Cheechoo
4.Les Petits Ballons – France Gall
5.Smokey Wood – John Pantry
6.Indifférente – Serge Gainsbourg
7.Santa Cruz Mountains – Eddie Callahan
8.Girl with the Rainbow Seeds – Donnie & Joe Emerson
9.Silver Moon – Michael Nesmith
10.L’Allemagne – Fugu
11.I Thought The World Of You – Lewis
12.Tactile Sob – Bona Dish
13.Round And Down – The Bats
14.Adrenaline And Richard – Pip Proud
15.Now’s the Time – Howard Eynon
16.J’aurais Voulu – Françoise Hardy
17.Climb On – Widsith
18.Bush Theme – Sven Libaek
19.As The Boats Go By – Lewis

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Jim’s Jams 2014 – All New Jams

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1.The Jester, The Tramp, & the Acrobat – Kevin Morby
2.Forgiven/Forgotten – Angel Olsen
3.Moving To The Left – Woods
4.Dear Ramona – Parquet Courts
5.Blue Boy – Mac DeMarco
6.Water – Juan Wauters
7.Passerby – Luluc
8.Life-Thrills – Lower Plenty
9.Buses Splash With Rain – Frankie Cosmos
10.Requesting Permission – Old Mate
11.Back to the Flood – Blank Realm
12.Ensemble – Julien Gasc
13.My Friends – The Skygreen Leopards
14.Uncast Shadow Of A Southern Myth – Parkay Quarts
15.Walking Back – Rat Columns
16.Eggs at Night – Damaged Bug
17.Is This Who You Are – Shy Boys
18.The Ghost In You – Robyn Hitchcock
19.And Then – J Mascis
20.Time To Go – Dylan Shearer
21.Hang – Foxygen

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December 27, 2014 · 10:22 pm

The Tinycakes – Flowering Pig

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“Anything About You”-The Tinycakes

This video was made by John Rowley for The Tinycakes song “Anything About You”. You can find John’s page at the right of this page.

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December 24, 2012 · 8:42 pm

The Abandoned Randolph Tower

By: James Sienko II

David opens the door, steps out onto the front stoop, picks up the newspaper and goes back inside. In the kitchen, he starts the coffee maker and sits down at the table with the newspaper. A few minutes later David’s wife Lisa enters the kitchen.

“Good morning, honey.” She says.

“Good morning, dear.” David says, peeking out from behind the paper.

Lisa pours two cups of coffee, as she does every morning, gives one to David and goes about preparing their breakfast. She takes a carton of eggs and a gallon of milk from the refrigerator and a bowl from the cabinet above the small countertop. She cracks four eggs into the bowl, pours in a splash of milk and begins mixing them with a fork she had taken from the drawer below the small countertop.

“You’re quiet this morning.”

“Oh, sorry. Do you remember that boy who went missing near the abandoned Randolph Tower a few weeks ago? His name was Billy Flowers.”

“I think so, yeah. Did they find him?”

“I’m not sure, maybe.”

“Oh no! They found a body?”

“No.”

“Well, what do you mean?”

“I’m still reading it, but the may have found him alive.”

“Keep reading.”

Lisa takes a pan from the cabinet below the small countertop and places it on the stove. She turns on the burner and takes a small tray of butter from the refrigerator. She takes a butter knife from the drawer and puts a small amount of butter in the pan before adding the eggs.

“That place always gave me the creeps. It’s been abandoned for so long and it’s such an interesting building with a great location. It never made sense to me.” Lisa says.

“It says there have been an unusual number of missing persons cases in which the person was last seen near the Randolph Tower. This goes back years and years, since the place was first built in 1929.” David tells her without looking up from the paper.

“I’m not surprised. It’s a weird place.” Lisa says this taking a loaf of bread from the refrigerator. She places four slices in the toaster and pushes down the lever. Lisa begins scrambling the eggs with a wooden spoon she had taken from the drawer below the small countertop.

“So last week an old man was seen on the roof of the Randolph Tower.” David says.

“On the top?” Lisa asks taking the slices of toast from the toaster and places them on two plates, which she had taken from the cabinet above the sink. “I wonder how he got up there.” She adds, more to herself than to David, she pictures the building in her mind.

“Yeah. The police were called and he was taken into custody for trespassing. Though they suspected he was possibly the kidnapper of the boy.”

Lisa butters the toast and cuts the slices in half, diagonally. She makes two neat piles of scrambled eggs on the plates.

“It’s says the old man didn’t speak for several hours, he had no identification on him or anything. They thought maybe he was senile or had amnesia or something. Finally he started talking. The police asked him if he remembered his name and he said yes, that his name was Billy Flowers.”

“You’re kidding!” Lisa says and almost drops the plates before setting them down on the tabletop. She joins David at the table, sitting across from him. “He says he’s the little boy?”

“Yes. He told a whole long story of how he was downtown with his parents and they were on their way to look at the Christmas tree at the Thompson Center. He says they were walking down Randolph when he was separated from his parents. What happened next he says is not so clear in his memory, though he remembers being on one of the upper floors of a tall building, he doesn’t remember how he got there, he was very scared. He then saw a very bright light. He says the light started like a pinhole and grew to fill the whole room, to surround him.” David folds the paper in half and holds it in his lap, starring at Lisa.

“Keep reading.” Lisa says, starring back at David. He does.

“He says the next thing that he remembers is that he was swimming in a lake, very deep, holding his breathe. When he surfaced, there were all sorts of people around, swimming and on the beach. When he swam to shore he didn’t know what to do. He heard a woman calling out to him, calling his name. He went to her and asked her where they were. He says she laughed and said “The beach, silly.” He says he asked her who she was and realizing that he was not joking she turned very pale and said “I’m your mother, Billy.”

Lisa sits silently, starring at the back of the newspaper. She hasn’t touched her breakfast.

“He says that he knew that things had changed. He knew that this woman was now his mother. He then told her that he couldn’t remember anything. He knew that that would be the easiest thing for everyone. He says his new mother took him to a hospital and his new father met them there. He says that there was an initial shock of being in a strange place, knowing that his old life was gone, his family was gone from him, but he says he knew almost instantly that everything would be alright. He says that there was always a sadness in him, missing his real parents, his real family, but he knew everything was would alright.”

David looks out from behind the newspaper at Lisa. Lisa can’t believe what she is hearing. It is unbelievable. She doesn’t say a word. She wants to hear the rest of the story. David continues telling the story.

“He goes on saying that he settled into a regular life, going to school, making friends. He went to college, he got a job. He always remembered his first life, as he calls it, his first parents. As he got older he says it always felt real to him. Though sometimes he did question it. At those times he wondered if it all really had happened the way he remembered. He says he got married and had two children of his own. Time went by, his second parents passed away. His children grew into adults and had children of their own. He says he retired from his job. He had been an accountant. He and his wife then got to spend a lot of time with their children and grandchildren. He had a great life. Then he says his wife passed away and he was very sad.”

Lisa still hasn’t touched her breakfast. She sits staring at David reading the newspaper.

“He says the summer after his wife passed he took a trip with his children and their children. They went camping. He says he was swimming in the lake there and he dove down under the surface of the water. He swam deeper and deeper. He opened his eyes and it was very dark. He then saw a small light, a pinhole of light, which grew and grew, until it surrounded him. He knew what was happening. He says the next thing he knew he was back in the abandoned building.”

“That’s amazing, what an amazing story. It’s true.” Lisa says looking at David, who had set down the paper.

“I think so too.”

“What else does it say?”

“So, the police didn’t believe his story. They continued to question the man about disappearance of Billy Flowers and he continued to insist that he was Billy. He told them things about his parents, his friends, his school. Everything he could remember about his first life to convince them that he was Billy Flowers. The police didn’t believe it and they didn’t want to tell the parents the old man’s story. But the parents knew a man had been taken into custody at the Randolph Tower and they were asking a lot of questions. The  detectives eventually did tell them and they wanted to speak with the old man who claimed to be their son. And after speaking with him, they knew it was Billy. The police couldn’t believe it. They urged them to take a DNA test, which proved that he was their son. He was in his seventies now, but he was Billy Flowers.”

“It’s a true story.” Lisa smiles.

“It is.” David also smiles.

They sit for a moment in silence then begin eating their breakfast.

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Mistaken Identity

By: James Sienko II

Gregory was waiting for a friend. He ordered a cup of coffee and waited. His coffee arrived. Gregory took a sip. The coffee was very hot and Gregory worried that he had burned his tongue. He looked up from the cup and noticed an older man sitting directly across from him in the next booth. The man was also alone drinking from a coffee cup. The man was looking at Gregory. Gregory knew this man’s face.

“Uncle Max?” Gregory said without hesitation.

“Nope.” The man replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just thought you looked like him.”

“I’m Josh.”

“I’m sorry. You just look like my Uncle and I blurted that out. I’m sorry.”

“That’s quite alright. I always liked the name Max. In fact, as a boy I wished my name was Max. It’s funny, huh? A coincidence.”

“It is funny.”

“Josh. Joshua. It’s a boy’s name. I thought this when I was young. I thought how it would sound odd for an old man to say “I’m Josh.” And when I said it to you just now… it did seem odd. It never seems right.”

After hearing this stuff about the man’s name being Josh and that he didn’t like his name, Gregory still believed that this man was his Uncle Max. He hadn’t seen his Uncle Max in nearly twenty years, but it seemed like the kind of thing his uncle might do.

“When I was a kid I wanted to be named Michael.”

“What is your name?”

“Oh, it’s Gregory.”

“How do you feel about your name now, Gregory?”

“I like it. I like my name.”

“I’m glad. Most Gregory’s go by Greg.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you look like a Gregory. Do you mind if I join you, Gregory?”

“Oh, sure, please. I’m waiting for someone, but she’s always late.”

The older man picked up his coffee cup and joined Gregory.

“Yesterday a young couple moved into to the house next door to mine. All day the movers were carrying things into the house… boxes, furniture. I watched from my window. The couple seemed quite nice. They were helping the movers. They didn’t seem too uptight about the way the movers were handling their things. You know how some people are?”

“Sure.”

“Now, I didn’t go over there to introduce myself. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, laughing, making jokes. And when the movers finally got in the truck and pulled away, the couple they stood in front of the house with an arm around one another…smiling, looking at the house. It was very nice.”

“That’s great.”

“So, this morning I see the couple leaving the house. The husband was carrying grocery bags, the cloth ones that people use. I use them myself.”

“Me too.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.”

Josh leans forward, smiles, and says:

“So I have this idea.  I figured they were going to the supermarket and would be gone for maybe an hour. Now I waited maybe a half hour and then I went out to my garage and got my rake. I went into their front yard and started raking the leaves.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“Yeah. So they were gone for some time. I raked up all the leaves in their entire front yard, and it’s a rather large yard. So, I went into my garage and got some garbage bags, went back into their yard and started bagging the leaves. I had just filled the first bag when the couple pulled into the driveway. They looked really confused. I kind of leaned forward, squinting at the car. The woman was in the passenger seat, she rolled down her window ‘Excuse me, do you live here?’ she asked me. I told her that I did. ‘All my life’ I said. She turned and said something to her husband. ‘I’m sorry’ she said to me, looking very confused. They pulled out of the driveway and drove off down the street.”

“So what happened?”

“I put my rake back in the garage and went inside.” They both laughed. “I saw them pull back into their driveway about ten minutes later. They were driving so slowly. When they got out of the car… well, it was priceless. They looked all around and the wife, I could read her lips saying something like ‘Those are the right curtains.’ And they got their groceries out of the truck and went inside the house.”

“Did you go and talk to them? Did you tell them it was a joke?”

“Nope.” They laughed. “I’ve got to figure out the right way to do it.”

“That’s a great story. I’m sure they’ll get a laugh out of it.”

“I may have to get them a nice housewarming present.”

“You probably should.”

“Yes, well, I must be going, Gregory. It was nice to meet you. Thanks for listening to an old man.”

“Oh…yeah. Thanks. Thanks for the story.”

“I’ll be seeing you.”

“See you, Uncle Max.”

As the man walked away, Gregory’s friend sat down.

“Sorry I’m late, but don’t say anything, I have two ideas I have to tell you.” She said. Her name is Beth. “Names are weird. People having names is weird. My name is Beth, and there’s like a million Beths, Elizabeths. And this new guy at work, his name is Steve Miller, like The Steve Miller Band. It’s so weird. And I bet there’s been thousands and thousand of Steve Millers. Like, go way back to the first guy named Miller, his name was just “Miller” because he milled stuff. Then he had a son and they couldn’t call him just Miller too, so they called him Steve Miller. He probably milled stuff too, like his father, but I bet the majority of Steve Millers never milled up anything. The Steve Miller Band’s Steve Miller mills songs up though.” Beth and Gregory had a good laugh. “So, names are weird… and also, Idea Number Two, I had an idea for gravy boats, gravy boats that have “Gravy On Board” written on the side. But then I changed it because nobody uses gravy boats anymore. So, the idea is to have a t-shirt with a drawing of a gravy boat on it and written on the shirt it says “Gravy On Board”, like “Baby On Board”.

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