The Jim-of-Seattle-of-the-Month-Club

Join the Jim-of-Seattle-of-the-Month-Club, and get a free postcard by snail mail every month! On the card is a QR code for a new Jim of Seattle song, complete with video!

FAQ

Q: Do I have to send you my mailing address?

A: Yeah, that’s the point. It’s a Physical Thing. You must contend with it somehow. Keep it, recycle it, give it to someone. Not just more content on a screen. It really exists!

But if you really want to see what it’s all about, here are some popular postcards from the past...

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What are you waiting for.........

A strange, alien entity feeds on violent emotions and does whatever it can to make them happen! Trapping the crew of the Enterprise with 40 angry Klingons on board - and then maneuvering them into continuous conflict - is a surefire way to get what it wants!

Though there are a few cultural variations around the world, for the most part everyone associates the same certain colors with the same certain feelings. Someone somewhere has probably done a study on that, and is the foremost expert on the topic. But my guess is that the guy in this song might take some issue with it, given his current state.

It's a brisk day in Vienna. Above the clatter of horses on the narrow cobblestone streets you can hear the repetitive pounding of a famously curmudgeonly composer working at his piano.

And though the man thinks he worksin private, little does he know...

It’s a damp, chilly night as you walk through the village, the collar of your jacket turned up against the cold, and the roar of the ocean not far off. Up ahead, you see a small stone building, white smoke from its chimney, and a warm glow from the windows. It sounds jovial in there, and you decide to take a peek. As you lug open the hefty old wooden door, a smoky warmth his you and the sell of beer, pipes, sweat and the sea. You step inside…