Tuesday, March 4, 2014

A Word About The Authors...


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Jim Grime was born and raised in Freeport, the jewel of the tri-island area. He received his early education at the prestigious Freeport School before moving on to the newly-opened Islands Consolidated for his high school years. Grime was always ruggedly handsome in that devil-may-care way that had the girlies all aglow. His natural shyness and modesty were the only things that kept him from being the kind of teen idol that you see on the covers of magazines.
The son of a successful grocery magnate, Grime’s good looks and winning personality were matched only by his keen intellect and perfect physique. His jet black curly hair provided the perfect accessory to his sublime face. Upon graduating from ICS, Grime was voted “Most Likely to do Something Pretty Good.”
Grime had known Gurrey Ben since they first joined the Cub Scouts. Because Freeport was and is the social centre of the region, the Cub meetings were held there, every Thursday night. Due to the severe isolation and pitiable lack of reliable overnight transport across the metaphoric River Styxx that is Grand Passage, Ben’s father, also a noted grocery magnate, albeit of the smaller, less favored isle, arranged to have his son stay with the Grimes on Cub night. It was here that Ben learned the rudimentary lessons of life: how to use and hold utensils, basic hygiene, and so on.

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Despite growing up with the distinct disadvantage of having to look across the harbour every day at the demoralizing scene presented by the village of Freeport, “Gurrey Ben” Robichini nonetheless was able to overcome this unfortunate handicap and go on to have the type of idyllic childhood that only growing up on the “Eden of the Fundy” known as Brier Island could make possible.
In his early teens, cruel fate struck Robichini a staggering blow when unfortunate circumstances dictated that he spend one night a week staying over on Long Island. Fortunately, this sow’s ear quickly turned into a silk purse when he found himself billeted at the home of Jim Grime, a young man whose interests, sense of humour, and huge comic book collection indicated a certain like-mindedness and compatibility.
Although the two friends had a strong tendency to deride each other’s home village and island, they were able to keep the insults in check for the most part by coming together for the common purpose of directing their witty put-downs toward the village of Central Grove.
The friendship endured and after several years the two young men joined forces to bring a new form of music to the islands. Their duo, D. J. Jazzy Jim and Gurrey Ben, may be best remembered for their rap recording The Ferry Slip Shuffle Fo’ Shizzle, which got brief but heavy rotation on several C.B. radios in the Tri-Island area. Unfortunately their fame was short-lived. It turned out that their timing was off, both figuratively and literally; it was the peak of the glitter-rock era and no one knew what to make of the baggy-pantsed pair with their indecipherable rhymes.
The duo’s first public performance was also their last. Appearing before a group of senior citizens at Tideview Terrace, they were quickly driven from the stage amid a pelting hail of pudding cups and half-filled colostomy bags.
Dejected by this artistic failure, Robichini, who just the day before, in a fit of unwarranted optimism about his future as a rap star, had officially changed his name to Gurrey Ben, decided to leave his beloved island and travel the world in an effort to “find himself”. After venturing as far afield as Southern Ontario and spending more than a decade exploring the exotic realms of the Niagara Region, Gurrey, as he was now legally named, did indeed find himself; he found himself back home on the Islands and in business with his old friend and former rapping partner, Grime.
Amazingly, Both Gurrey and Grime had independently reached the same conclusion; that they would only find true happiness living in the place they loved and doing the things they had a natural affinity for, gutting fish and being dicks.

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