Too Many Flies
"Too Many Flies" is a collection of 15 original instrumentals loosely based on the bluegrass and country styles of artists such as Chet Atkins & Albert Lee. When playing live, Jim is joined on stage by his two eldest sons (Benji on Guitar and Josh on Double Bass) however on the CD every instrument was played by Jim. Jim Bows is the quintessential professional guitarist with great technique, feel and eclectic taste. Although he is primarily known for his work on the electric guitar with the bluesrock band Chickenhouse and the countryrock band Dusty Boots in his adopted home Switzerland, he has always had a love of acoustic music. With this new CD he has left the amp in the flightcase brought out the faithful old acoustic guitar and given it a serious finger workout. Lots of references here. Try the appalachian cool of 'Blue Mountain Trail', the Irish spirit of the 'Whipcrack Jig' and the sheer hillbilly fun of 'Carolina Hayride'. Music that brings a smile to your face and sets your toes a tapping. Too Many Flies It is the perfect summers day. Breakfast is over and I am sitting in the dining room with my acoustic guitar writing songs. All is well with the world until suddenly a fly lands on my right hand. It must really like me because despite my strumming this fly refuses to leave. This is annoying. I brush it away and continue playing. It comes back again and again. Why dosen't this fly understand? I don't want it on my hand or anywhere near me. The minutes go by and my frustration grows until there is only one thing to do. The fly must die. I reach for the newspaper and take aim. Bullseye, I get it on the first attempt. An immediate sense of relief and calm descends upon me. At last I can continue with my work undisturbed by this flying tension-bomb. I pick up the guitar and play a few bars. However there is now a second fly. This one has the same unrelenting interest in me as the first. No-more mister nice guy this time, I know the procedure. The fly must die, and after a couple of swats with the newspaper the enemy is dead. A quick look around confirms that this was the last one in the room and normality returns. I relaxed too soon. The very moment that I pick up the guitar another fly magically appears. What is going on? This is a conspiracy, a war, a terror campaign. The flies versus me. The unseen fly commander is overseeing the battle. As the first fly fails so the next is sent in and the next and the next until their mission is accomplished. The mission to stop me from playing the guitar, from writing music, from feeling good. I hate flies. Irrationality starts to take over. If I was given one wish by the genie in the bottle what would I wish for? No more wars, no more disease, no more hunger, or would I wish for riches, or fame or the ability to play guitar like Tommy Emmanuel? Would any of these wishes solve my immediate problem? No. I would wish for no more flies. "But that would mess up the eco-system". I don't care I just want someone to get rid of these flies. Or to invent a genetic modification that stops all flies from coming with 2 metres of any human. Or, or..... This is getting completely out of hand. Calm down it's only a couple of flies.