Originally hailing from Lighthouse Cove, Ontario, Canadian capital of the big Muskee, Jim’s parents bought him a guitar for his 8th birthday: a plywood crate from the Eaton’s catalog with a hula girl stenciled on the front. Little did they know what they were beginning- they were only hoping that he’d stop "borrowing" the neighbour’s guitar….

"Why do I do this?” I ask myself this question every time I perform. "Is this just my ego?" It has to be true that there is some ego there but it goes way beyond that. In the simplest terms it’s "I write, therefore I am." Corny, I know, but I actually hear myself thinking in song. Everything from the mundane to the serious... in my minds "ear" I hear a melody lines and music when I am pondering a problem or situation. Does that make me nuts? Maybe. Some of the songs that play in my head I am driven to share, to experience them with others. I am a song writer.
In my performances, I now have lots of songs that have a rough melody and style and a stream of consciousness. Lyrics that varies each time I play them. They are stories that are “told” on the spot as performed. My band mates says it’s their favorite part of the show. To me, it's the scariest. I either soar or painfully crash. I have to be very careful about saying something stupid or inappropriate (yes I  am human), yet these human moments result in the biggest connection, the deepest vibes and magic with the audience. It is for these moments that I write songs. So in retrospect, I am conscious, yes , but not so careful as to destroy the spontaneity.
I love doing things and going places that I am told aren’t popular or I won’t fit in. A while back I told a wrestling coach of mine that I wanted to try for the Olympic team. He laughed. I dumped him. Two years later I was a walk-on at the wrestling trials. An underdog. I finished third. One step short of a spot on the team.
In high school I had a music teacher who told me that I would never be any good. He dumped me. Three years later I was in another school, competed against his protégée in the city wide talent show and won.
I got hurt working on the oil-rigs in Alberta. A very severe secondary infection in one knee. Was told I was going to lose my leg. I still have two.
Got injured in a car accident and couldn’t play guitar for almost 3 years, but I am playing, writing and performing again for the last 20 years. I am better now than before. You never can tell how things will work out.
Yup I love proving skeptics and naysayers wrong. I love being the underdog. Not too comfortable.
As a song writer being comfortable is a curse. Too much comfort is death. I get lazy and non-committal. Not enough comfort leads to paralysis. I have to work a day job that kills time and just gives enough money to almost cover bills. Somewhere in there, is a place where I get to be comfortable enough to not be paralyzed and yet still hungry enough to want to write. I am working toward that hungry comfortable and I hope you all like my music and songs enough to help me get there.
If you see me at a show come up and say you read this. Let me know what you think about it and what you heard. Tell me how you felt.
Jim Moffatt

Twinly is a singer-songwriter living in the East Bay, but she's a vagabond at heart.  She tells stories with her music, drawing upon her darkest feelings and strangest encounters, both of which she has many.  Her music is influenced by a mix of her bluegrass fiddling roots, iconic female singer-songwriters, and weird 90s indie rock.  Her soundcloud is a work in progress.  She owns 50 pairs of halloween socks.

Songwriter / Composer / Multi-Instrumentalist 

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