His Best So Far: Slim Jimsøhn (a.k.a. Scott Hunter

by Scott Hunter

Slim Jimsøhn is a character that I made up when a friend asked me to record a CD of my noodling that he could play as background while he worked. For reasons that have faded over time, I created this pseudonymous stand-in for myself. By now, a few years later, I'm happy to stand up and take responsibility for what I have wrought, but I, and my friends as well, have gotten to like old Slim. He has his own history, and a life of his own, up in Yreka, CA, near the California-Oregon border. Here's the biography I wrote for him for his "Yreka, Home At Last" CD:

Dieter, "Slim", Jimsøhn was born in 1968, the oldest son of Jurgen Jimsøhn, an alcoholic, bar-brawling taconite miner from Mountain Iron, Minnesota. Growing up 100 miles from the barren, frozen shores of Lake Superior to the east, and the trackless, unattended Canadian border to the north, Slim fled the mines at 17, walking southwest along old Route 169, bypassing Buhl and Chisholm, Hibbing and Keewatin, catching rides on ore trucks back-hauling home from the depots at Two Harbors, looking for fame and fortune. He took with him only the clothes on his back, and his guitar, the old beat-up pawn shop Martin that he still plays today. And today, from his new home in Yreka, in the wilds of far northern California, he gives these songs to you.

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Slim Jimsøhn is a character that I made up when a friend asked me to record a CD of my noodling that he could play as background while he worked. For reasons that have faded over time, I created this pseudonymous stand-in for myself. By now, a few years later, I'm happy to stand up and take responsibility for what I have wrought, but I, and my friends as well, have gotten to like old Slim. He has his own history, and a life of his own, up in Yreka, CA, near the California-Oregon border. Here's the biography I wrote for him for his "Yreka, Home At Last" CD:

Dieter, "Slim", Jimsøhn was born in 1968, the oldest son of Jurgen Jimsøhn, an alcoholic, bar-brawling taconite miner from Mountain Iron, Minnesota. Growing up 100 miles from the barren, frozen shores of Lake Superior to the east, and the trackless, unattended Canadian border to the north, Slim fled the mines at 17, walking southwest along old Route 169, bypassing Buhl and Chisholm, Hibbing and Keewatin, catching rides on ore trucks back-hauling home from the depots at Two Harbors, looking for fame and fortune. He took with him only the clothes on his back, and his guitar, the old beat-up pawn shop Martin that he still plays today. And today, from his new home in Yreka, in the wilds of far northern California, he gives these songs to you.