James Hunter

[human jester*hurt me jeans*Mr Jute Ashen*jam the runes*nuts jam here]

(flutes, whistles, uilleann pipes, didjeridoo, percussion, vocals) is of mixed and perhaps questionable ancestry. (He regularly describes himself as "three-quarters Irish, a quarter Scottish, half English, and a pinch of Canadian, well-shaken and half-baked"). The truth is that he grew up in the jungles of Malaya, wandered with the Bedouins in the Sahara, taught the Queen's English to flesh-eating pygmies in Borneo, and studied shakuhachi with a Zen monk in Japan. Fleeing this checkered past, he stumbled across Spokane, a cultural oasis which turned out to be conveniently near nature, if not perfection. James subscribes to the theory that all music is part of the same cosmic song, but unfortunately is often at a different point in that song than the rest of the band, much to their annoyance. His current interests include computational linguistics and rediscovering the great music of the 80s (and there was some).