Book Me! dim jim
Good evening (or morning or afternoon, idk when or where you’re reading this), please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Charlie “Dim Jim Martinez” Gil.
I’d be thrilled to enliven (or ruin, depending on your entertainment needs) you club/DIY space/sports arena/living room/wedding/divorce celebration/graduation party/bat mitzvah/whatever with my musical stylings. I have hundreds of original songs in a variety of styles, as illustrated in the examples below, but live, I keep it ROCK N ROLL. In other words, expect noisy garage-punk boogie anthems with my grimy guitar and voice front and center.
Book me with a full band and hear my sound in all its righteous glory, or book me as a solo performer and I’ll do the same thing but without a drummer or bass player or any of that. Or throw me on the bill at your next noise show and I’ll shatter your eardrums (or hypnotize you, depending on my emotional needs).
Call me Charlie, call me Dim Jim, call me James. Doesn’t matter. I don’t care what you call me as long as you call me!
Blues-based GARAGE ROCK N ROLL.
RIYL: Kinks, Morlocks, Woggles, Ty Segall, Osees, Hunx, etc.
¿Quién chingados es DIM JIM?
Charlie “Dim Jim” Gil was a Texas-born singer and rock ‘n’ roll zealot who got burned alive in an accidental warehouse fire with all the other members of the Wolf Note Collective back in ’18.
But this unholy ghost lives on in his music, available now on Microwave Eyes Tapes. And as an adept in astral projection, he has also been known to make “live” appearances from time to time, manifesting in various forms on various stages, so don’t believe for a second that he won’t do a show for you just ’cause he’s dead.
Spacey, baroque, EXPERIMENTAL POP.
RIYL: Zombies, of Montreal, Fiery Furnaces, Beatles, Beach Boys, etc.
His seminal record It’s Him! is available on cassette now, one of only a handful of Wolf Note works rescued from the ashes of the conflagration that took the ne-er-do-well art groop’s lives.
I ask that you please check out Dim Jim’s music as soon as possible. For his Mama’s sake, pobrecita. She never expected to lose her only child* so soon. She was always telling him not to rock ‘n’ roll but he did anyway and now he’s dead. Puta madre.**
Drones, feedback, loops, and other NOISE.
RIYL: Merzbow, Coil, Can, Melt Banana, etc.
*Actually he was not an only child. I mean, I’m not sure. This may or may not be true.
**This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this post are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.