Jim-Beaux Hunter

The name is either Jim-Beaux Hunter or James Read Hunter

The album will be named either The Delight Machine or Shamelessly Delightful

The tracklisting will be as follows:

1. That Sound

2. Christmas in July

3. Three Minute Mile

4. Smile, Feral Child

5. Self-Conscious

6. Your Feelings

7. Lay Back Down

8. My Own Little Sun

9. Faces of Death

10. I'm Gonna Teach You How To Smile

11. Protest Songs are Lame

12. The Monster

13. I Won't Stop

All songs written by James Read Hunter (credited like that whether I'm Jim-Beaux or not.)

All tracks produced by Jim-Beaux and Drake Kennedy

All tracks engineered by Drake

Vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, drums, keyboards and harmonica performed by Jim-Beaux

Upright and electric basses performed by Drake

Special thanks to Mom, Dad, Ali, Drake's dad, Sean Thompson, Nick Elward, Chris Hermecz, OniChicken, Matt Lyons, Sarah Prewoznik, the foks at the adriandenning.co.uk message board, Taylor Morris, Lauren Barron, Erich Beasley, KLSU, the guy at the Baton Rouge Guitar Center who gave me a huge discount on a Big Muff Pi, Steven Baumann, Miggles, Tim Olsen, Jon DeCuir, Sean Murphy, Victor Tokunboh, John Milligan, Alejandro Arguello, Giselle Eastman, Les Miles, LSU Football, McIntosh Drumline, Mary Jane Server, everyon who inspired me, Brian Petrivelli, Stillriver, Eleven Paces, Rigawestie, and many more.

Eating, Running and Singing

I just got back from playing soccer with some friends and nice strangers out on the parade grounds.  I played goalie, because I have decent reflexes and I'm not that fast, but I did do a good bit of running, mostly when retrieving stray shots.  It felt good to get a bit of exercise.

Most of you who know me know that I am fat. Though none of you want to say it to my face.  Like when I make fat jokes about myself and people are like, "Hey don't say that about yourself." I'm not compliment fishing, bitch. I'm making a joke, and I'm trying to make you laugh.  I'm not that sensitive or self-conscious.

I know I'm fat.  I eat unconsciously.  It's not like I think "I am going to gluttonously eat this big bag of chips."  No, I think "I'll have a few chips, and then save them for tomorrow" and before I know it, the bag is empty.  I throw it away, and I completely forget I ate that big fucking bag of chips.

I don't tell people I eat a lot, because three quarters of the food I eat, I don't remember eating.  It just happens that way.  I bet a lot of the really obese people, like the 600 pound dudes, have the same sort of unconscious problem, just a lot worse.

Sometimes I go on long stretches of time where I don't eat that much at all.  It seems that when I'm feeling hungry (not when I just want to eat, but when I actually feel hunger from not eating), I don't want to eat that much.  I tend to lose a lot of weight during these stretches.  It's an unhealthy way to lose weight, but since when do I do things the healthy way?

"I'm a pretty crappy athlete."  That's the beginning of my song "Three Minute Mile", and it's true.  I'm just not.  I did run with St. Paul's Lutheran School in the 4x400 track relay, and we really did win fifth place.  I hated running around that fucking track, so I pretty much jogged instead.

That song's actually about death.  If I ran a three minute mile, I'd probably die.

When I get back to Peachtree City for the summer, I'm getting a bunch of guys to form a backup band.  It will be James Read Hunter and the James Read Hunters, and all the other guys will wear masks of my face, and I'll wear a mask myself, and then I'll whip it off, and it will be my actual face!  Sweet.