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Real name:
Jim Brannigan
About me

I’ve always sung. It’s in my blood, I suppose. For as long as I can remember, everywhere that I went and everything that I did was done with a song in my head. I believe it’s the Germans who came up with the term “Earworm”. You know. That song that bounces around inside your cranium and just won’t go away. For me, that’s just the way it is most of the time. Sometimes a favourite song or just a clever line. Other times it’s a whole medley of songs, one running into another, picking up the pace as it goes. Often, well into the night until sleep takes over. Only to awaken in the morning to the sound of a purple finch outside my window. I’m reminded then of the blackbird perched on my rooftop in the west of Scotland, where I was raised and off I go again. Singing in my head. Songs of Freedom, songs of Love, songs about work, songs about play, songs of friendship, praise and the inevitable finality of death itself. That I will sing to the end is, indeed, inevitable. I began playing folk music publicly in a tiny hall on Domano Boulevard in Prince George, BC back in 1979. PG was and still is a mill town, population then about 70.000 residents and a fair number of them had Celtic roots. The winters were long and hard and we were a long way from any major city. So we made our own fun. Before long I was playing the various coffee houses and small festivals throughout the interior until one day I discovered that music had completely taken over. In 1989, with a very promising music career ahead of me, I simply stopped taking bookings altogether in order to devote more time to my family. It would be another five years before I started up again. That’s the difference, I suppose, between myself and those who have climbed to the top. It’s a choice that I will never regret however. There’s a clever little line in a song that John Denver sung “Thank God I’m a Country Boy” that goes “Still I fiddle when I can, Work when I should” and that says something to me. I play when I can and although it’s a precious pastime, there are other things to be done. I’m 52 now. My daughter is 3 and my beautiful wife is $% and to my mind she’ll always be that young. I’ve squeezed a number of years in there where I played full time, traveled a whole lot and met and played for many, many, fine people. I look at my sons, grown now, and I’m glad of the time we had when they were young. I’m still playing but closer to home where I can spend the time with my family. I’ve met some of those who were climbing the ladder alongside me back in the eighties. Truth is, most of them don’t even remember me. They don’t make any more money than I do but they are at least household names. Makes me wonder though. Has it been worth it for them? I really hope so. As for me: I’m good for another ten years of this. Then maybe I’ll pick up the pace a little. Cheers Jim

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