T.C. FOLKPUNK: Rants, etc.

I'm amazed to report that She Dates Creeps was downloaded 122 times in June! In fact, various songs from both of my CDs totalled 602 downloads last month. That's without me playing gigs or promoting the CDs or anything. Apparently I've gone viral or something...

Wow, am I ever glad I'm not stuck on some major label where I'd be ignored.

Speaking of which (warning: rant ahead), a friend of mine recently did a set at Reverb for one of the umpteen "new music nights" that happen around Toronto. This particular shindig was a bit different though, in that there were three "judges" making notes on each performer, and then discussing their observations with the performer after that performer's mini-set. One of the judges was from an indie thrash metal label, and the other two were A&R weasels from major labels. I know EMI was one of the majors represented, but I forget the other, not that it matters, they're all pretty much interchangeable. Anyway, since my friend's style is a unique sort of fusion of pop, jazz and world music, the guy from the thrash metal label wasn't able to offer anything in the way of career advancement. He did say he really liked her music though, and was just generally really encouraging. His demeanour was in sharp contrast to the major label lunkheads however, who suggested that my friend should show more skin, and should watch a lot of MTV so she can pattern herself more along the lines of the pop tartlets whose videos make MTV the culturally enriching experience that it is.

And the major labels wonder why they're in trouble. Talk about having your head up your ass...

I think many would agree that the majors have worked tirelessly to bring about their own inevitable demise, and that their policy throughout the 1990s of conning the public into repeatedly paying upwards of twenty smackers for CDs that only held two decent songs each has a lot to do with their current predicament. But that's only part of the picture.

Music in a digital form is sort of like Frankenstein's monster, and the major labels have unwittingly cast themselves in the role of Dr. Frankenstein. In a twist on the original story though, this time the monster was in need of foster parents, and we were the suckers who got stuck with that particular gig. Think about it, the "monster" was born around 1982 (when CDs first hit the market), we started the adoption process in the late 80s (when we were conned into believing that we should replace every one of our vinyl LPs with its CD equivalent) and by the time the monster turned 18 in 2000, it was old enough to leave home and go out into the big world and wreak havoc on its creators (Napster).

In hindsight, a lot of audiophiles now feel that vinyl LPs actually sounded really good, much less bright and brittle sounding than CDs, and one can't help but think that if we'd been allowed to stay with our tried and true analog musical formats, the majors might not be in the trouble they're in.

Looks good on them, eh? Perhaps the term "A&R" stands for "Artless & Repetitive".

Okay, I'll stop there. Thanks for tuning in!

Howdy there peeps,

In light of Ottawa's recent funding cuts here at the Ministry Of Folkpunkery (Harper, you bastard...), there will be no rant this month. Unless of course I come up with something before I finish typing this.

There is, however, a new audio snippet from the archives for your amusement, an old Hippycrits chestnut entitled Honey What Is The Deal?, which can be heard and/or sampled and/or ripped (ever notice how new technology always comes with new verbs?...) at the following location:

http://www.folkpunk.com/music.html
The song was originally composed as a bit of a "throw away" back in 1989 or so. I was still living in Owen Sound (and before we go through all this again, no, I'm not originally from Owen Sound, my folks moved there when I was 16), and a friend's mom asked me to write the theme song for a show she hosted on the local community cable access TV station. She was one of the local health department officials, and the show was basically serving as a reminder to all the young people of Owen Sound to use condoms. The show was a radical concept in small town Ontario in the 1980s, and I'm sure that the three or four young people (out of the thousands that lived in Owen Sound) who actually watched the station took her advice, although it's perhaps doubtful that the types who watched a lot of community access TV were, shall we say, "getting any".

But I digress.

Anyway, a few friends heard the song and suggested I write new lyrics since they thought it was a pretty good tune, so I did just that. The original lyrics are probably long lost in the mists of time, which is just as well I'm sure. This version was recorded in early 1995, with the reinvented Hippycrits. This time it was Don Bull on bass (or "dBull" as he preferred to be credited), and Victor Laso on drums. The recording itself was a bit of an adventure, since this was originally just intended to be a quick, live-off-the-floor demo that we could use to get a few gigs. My then-girlfriend heard the rough mixes and immediately decided that now was her big chance to take a shot at being a record producer, something she'd never attempted before. And so a quick live-off-the-floor demo mushroomed out of control into the (supposed) next Sgt. Pepper. Every step of the project, from the zillions of overdubs, to the complete flop of a release party was stressful and/or disastrous, but it's funny in hindsight and it'll make for an entertaining chapter in my memoirs I'm sure. Anyway, hopefully you'll enjoy listening to it more than I enjoyed making it.

Until we type again...
Timothy

http://www.folkpunk.com http://www.myspace.com/folkpunk
(yeah, I know, MySpace is just so last year, but what ya gonna do?)

Hello.

Well, Folkpunkateers, it's a new month and with it comes a new nugget from the Folkpunk archives.This month's musical selection is a live recording of my take on a classic from the Clash. Help yourself (it's at the top of the page):

http://www.folkpunk.com/music.html
Or if you prefer some visuals with your Folkpunk you can try this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjMhbQ1Z7p8
I thought "career opportunities" was a fitting subject for this month's commentary as well. After much reflection, I've decided that I'm probably finished playing in bars and pubs. I couldn't care less about another gig in some mediocre little watering hole here in Hogtown, where half the beer in the fridge has gone skunky, and the music is battling with ESPN for everybody's attention. You guys deserve better, and frankly, so do I. Really, why should I bother cranking out She Dates Creeps for the millionth time to a bunch of alcoholics who aren't even there to listen to me anyway? For the applause? Screw that, my ego doesn't need to hear it that badly, and applause isn't paying the bills. Don't get me wrong, I'm not turning into a complete hermit or anything, I'll still do festivals, house concerts, private parties and whatever else pays the artist what they're worth, but bars for me now fall under "been there, done that". The scene is pretty much dead now compared to the early 1990s when I started this whole charade anyway, and for those of you who would argue that the local music scene is just as vibrant and important as it ever was, I have three words for you:

"Weekend At Bernie's"

You know, that movie from the late 80s in which two guys have to pretend their boss is still alive in order to enjoy a big weekend party he promised to have at his beach house, and they go so far as to dress his corpse up for the big bash so nobody will suspect anything? For me, the music scene in Toronto resembles Bernie. They're even starting to smell the same.

So in lieu of being a performing flea, I've decided to concentrate on the cyber/digital/virtual realm a bit more. Other art forms such as paintings, sculptures, books, poetry, movies and most TV shows are more what you might call "passive" art forms. They're created long before their audience experiences them, and music has had that potential since the advent of recording technology, but until the internet came along recorded music's only real outlet for public exposure was radio, which left the artists at the mercy of station programmers. Well, no more kiddies, technology has levelled the playing field, and I'd be goofy not to take advantage of it. I now get over a hundred visits to my website on a daily basis. Germany, England, the Netherlands, Australia, Brazil and Japan seem particularly interested in what I'm up to, and I've been selling lots of MP3s in those exotic locales as a result. Even cooler than the downloads though, I recently received an email from a teacher in Germany who's conducting a course on American society and how it's viewed by the outside world, and she asked for permission to use my song American Dream as part of the course. So there ya go, my lyrics are now been used for scholarly purposes on another continent. Amazing.

By the way, according to my monthly website "traffic reports" Canada has yet to generate the most visitors to Folkpunk in any given month, and I've been getting those reports for almost two years now. It's a bit ironic, but typically Canadian I suppose.

So to sum up: internet good, bars bad. I can now begin working on Sgt. Folkpunk's Only Darts Club Man or whatever...

Hi there,

In an ongoing effort to provide you loyal Folkpunkateers with some previously unheard gems (or if not gems, then fairly attractive bits of granite and/or limestone at least...) from the Folkpunk archives, we have a new selection for the month of April. You may already be familiar with the version of Page Before Me that was released on Never Mind The Hyperbolics lo those many moons ago. This version however is how the song was originally conceived, as a sort of REM-meets-The Smithereens heavy-ish, power chord driven thing. I even had the right guitar (a Rickenbacker) and was running it through a Marshall Bluesbreaker combo, for those of you that are interested in that sort of trivia. Click on the Noises button above to find the prize in question.

Also along for the ride were Colin Bartlett on his Olympic white 70s Fender Precision bass, and Pat Allcock on some drums that were predominantly round in shape, and stuck over in the corner. Colin was a loyal bassist, and stuck with the whole Hippycrits project for longer than I had any right to expect. When we finally called it a day, he joined The Boss Grunions and they in turn went on to their own indie success. Fortunately, before we disbanded, Colin and I took the time to write Wish You Could See Yourself. Pat Allcock was one of a few zillion drummers that sat in with us, but he was busy with his own projects, and so became a "recording session only" temporary member of the Hippycrits. I sometimes feel like I spent more time in the early 90s looking for a drummer than I spent eating and sleeping. Anyway, Pat has also written a snoot-full of great power-poppish tunes, and he still surfaces for the occasional gig around town.

Um, I think that's it. Fatherhood is treating me very well, thank you (Vaughan's eight weeks old now), and I'm still plotting my next collection of Folkpunkery to unleash on the masses. Sooner or later. One of these days. Any time now...

Okay, two quick pieces of news for you loyal Folkpunkateers:

First, for those of you wondering when my next public appearance will be, I'm currently appearing here in Toronto on a billboard near Yonge and Lakeshore. It's for something to do with CBC, although I forget what that is at the moment. But they paid me. Lots. Think of it as your tax dollars at work. I haven't actually seen the billboard yet but I've heard about it. I'm portraying a musician, which as it turns out is much more profitable than actually BEING a musician. Who knew?

Secondly, for those of you who prefer cocooning in front of your computer with actual visuals and sounds (because let's face it, the best way to enjoy live music is when it's being replayed on a screen...), you can now watch YouTube snippets from a gig I did back in April at Renaissance Cafe. Here are the urls for two songs:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-CS-gvLLmw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xgO1Tn6AI0
Enjoy! Oh, and for those of you who watch CTV's Instant Star (and really, who doesn't?) sometime in the near-ish future you'll be able to see me in a few scenes, once again making more money pretending to be in the music biz than than I make being in the music biz. I'm sensing a trend here...

So, uh, I guess that's it. Happy belated ChrismaHannaKwanzaDan, and Newy Ear. Oh, and one more thing. I think we should start calling this year "Twenty-O-Seven" instead of "Two Thousand And Seven", for two reasons. First, Twenty-O-Seven kinda sounds like a cop show from the 70s, and secondly because Prince never said he was gonna party like it was One Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine.

So there.

What's that you say ? You'll have your usual ? Okay:

TIMOTHY CAMERON (ici)
CASTRO'S LOUNGE (2116 "E" Queen Street East, Toronto, which is pronounced "Trahna" so it rhymes with "piranha", but I digress...)
TUESDAY NOVEMBER 21st
9pm to 11pm, with possible time off for good behaviour.
NO COVER (but there's a tip jug which gets passed around and anybody who can't throw in at least a twoonie is really cheap, and doesn't deserve beer and live music.)

After twenty-three weeks, the Folkpunk Tuesday thing at Castro's will be winding up (or is it "winding down") next week, on November 28th. After that, I'll be retiring to the laboratory deep in the catacombs beneath stately Folkpunk Manor to begin work on my next secret project, which I hope to unleash on the unsuspecting masses sometime around February or March.

Or maybe April.

And when I say "laboratory deep in the catacombs beneath stately Folkpunk Manor", I mean the living room. I can't divulge the exact nature of the project, but it may or may not involve go-go dancers. Depends on the size constraints of the living room.

And the size constraints of the go-go dancers.

Anyway, I may surface here or there for the occasional bit of "folkpunking" in the meantime. Or I may just sit at home with my pregnant wife and watch our DVD of a fireplace. I'm not kidding, it's just a video of a fireplace that goes on and on indefinitely. I think we've managed to have it on for almost two hours and it's showed no sign of letting up. That's one hell of a log.

So after tonight you have one more chance to catch me in action as a "one-man Green Day" (as I was once described) in the Beaches, and then they turn the neighbourhood back into a retirement community for dogs, or whatever it is they're going for.

You've been warned.

Hey,

I didn't spam you last week, since I'm assuming you pretty much get the idea by now, but just in case:

TIMOTHY CAMERON (me already)
CASTRO'S LOUNGE (2116-E Queen Street East, Toronto)
TUESDAY (pick one)
9pm to 11pm
NO cover charge.

Okay, that business is out of the way, now for a rant. And this time I'm REALLY pissed.

The Harper government's new "Clean Air Act" isn't so much a case of "too little too late", but more a case of "fuck all, and possibly never". The idea that our government is doing us a big favour by endeavouring to cut greenhouse gas emissions in half by 2050 is laughable. In a very few number of years, hindsight may indicate that we should have cut them by 100%, and done so by the year 2009. Environment Minister Rona Ambrose bragged about how former PM Brian Mulroney had given her kudos, and that must be good, since he's the one that environmentalists all agree was Canada's greenest prime minister, and he was a Tory as well, and golly isn't it great that we have a Tory government again to save us all, blah-blah-blah. Except Mulroney was the leader of the PROGRESSIVE Conservatives, and now we just have the Conservatives. Which brings up another point, if they're the Conservative party, what the hell are they conserving anyway? Certainly not the environment, apparently.

And in case you'd forgotten, yes, this is the same Conservative government that has given Stockwell Day the role of Minister of Public Safety, which entails being heavily involved with the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (aka CSIS... aka James Bond for hosers...) among other things. And yes, this is the same Stockwell Day who literally believes that the earth was created 6,000 years ago.

So, since we're all fucked anyway, let's drink up. And maybe stop paying taxes or something.

Hey,

And again:

TIMOTHY CAMERON (ici)
at CASTRO'S LOUNGE
2116 "E" Queen Street East, Toronto
EVERY FREAKIN' TUESDAY (including this one coming up)
9pm to 11pm

So hockey season has started again. Oh joy. As you may have seen, the media were tripping all over themselves earlier in the week because Stephen Harper attended the Ottawa-Toronto game in Ottawa, and was seen cheering when the Maple Laughs scored a goal. Well, that's nice. I guess as long as the media are reporting on SOMETHING that's vaguely related to Parliament Hill, then we can all sit back and feel safe and secure in the knowledge that they're doing their job. Extra bonus points for tying hockey into the story, too. Honestly, it seems like the news outlets are playing a game whereby the object is to take a story, and see how many degrees of separation are between the story and the NHL.

"NEWS FLASH: President of Pakistan Rumoured To Be Closeted Habs Fan...film at 11:00..."

If there was anything to be learned from the NHL strike that took place last year (or was it the year before?...I wasn't really paying attention...) it was the fact that the sport itself wasn't in danger as a result of the strike. It was still being played by people who play the game because they like it, not because their agent negotiated a seven figure deal. I actually heard some insinuations that hockey would never recover from the strike, which I thought was a hilarious notion. Imagine if McDonald's went out of business (no really, imagine it, it's a nice place to be for a moment). Would everybody start wringing their hands because the demise of the restaurant industry was upon us? Not likely. And that brings me to another thing I've realized recently:

The NHL is to hockey what McDonald's is to dining.

Think about it. They're both big corporate machines with obscenely large advertising and promotional budgets at their disposal. They both have CEOs and General Managers, and for all I know the NHL even has shareholders. I always bust a gut when I see grown men painting blue maple leaves (that's how it's spelled you know: "Leaves") on their faces. It's really no different than painting a Xerox or Microsoft logo on your forehead. Imagine all the television sets in sports bars being tuned to the stock exchange, and the commentator getting himself in a lather thusly: "Nike's up to $45...now $46...this could be it folks...another shift like the one we saw in the first period and it could be all over for Adidas this season...another wind up and...YES !! YES!!! NIKE HAS HIT $50!!! IT'S ALL OVER!!!". And then imagine complete traffic gridlock at Yonge and Bloor because a bunch of hosers are riding around in their pickup trucks, leaning out the windows screaming "Nike Rules! Adidas Is For Fools!" or whatever. They could even have the "swooshstika" tattooed on their butts, which (in the spirit of the festivities) they could display for all the world to see.

Only another nine months to go. Yippee.

Hey everybody,

Here's the weekly gig news which many of you have come to expect. You know the drill...

TUESDAY AUGUST 29th:
Timothy Cameron (with me portraying the role of me)
at Castro's Lounge, 2116 Queen Street East (still)
9pm to 11pm.
with special guest Michael Proudfoot.

Bruce Gary passed away yesterday at the age of 54. He was the drummer for The Knack. You know, "My Sharona"? That thundering, incessant, primal, tribal drum pattern that opened the song which pretty much sealed my fate as a musician.

When I was a kid, I sort of knew I wanted to be a musician, but at the time the airwaves were clogged with disco and shlocky 70s soft rock, most of which I despised. Thanks to the efforts of my aunt Eva and my best friend at the time, Chris Patchett, I'd been exposed to a steady stream of Beatles, Rolling Stones and all the great stuff that had happened during the Great Pop Music Renaissance of the mid 1960s. Disco might have been okay to dance to, but beyond that it couldn't touch the stuff that I was raised on.

I'd started battling an ancient acoustic that I'd begged my parents to buy me (for the princely sum of $25 if memory serves), and I'd begun writing songs that had more in common with my (supposedly) passe heroes than what was actually in style at the time. Musically I was an outsider. Most of my classmates thought my musical tastes were anywhere from quaint to laughable, but I didn't care. I knew what I liked.

And then one day in the fall of 1979, I heard it. That same driving, relentless, almost maddening drum pattern came roaring out of my radio, hit me square between the eyes and pinned me to the wall. It would have been one of the FM stations (either CHUM or Q107) that I was tuned into, because "My Sharona" was followed by three or four more songs from The Knack's debut album (FM radio used to do that sort of thing). It was like somebody turned on all the lights. Some hacks accused The Knack of being Beatle-ish almost to the point of being derivative, but for those of us who were sick and tired of twenty-something Baby Boomers telling us that we'd missed it all, this was our revenge. And when I picked up my copy of Get The Knack (which I still have), there they were on the back cover, decked out in white shirts, skinny ties, drainpipe trousers and Cuban-heeled boots, and a voice inside my head said, "this is it".

Twenty-seven years later the album still stands on the musicianship alone. The Knack were incredibly tight, and Bruce Gary's ability to walk a fine line between the manic attack of Keith Moon and the straight-ahead drive of Ringo Starr is nothing short of miraculous. For those of you who have a copy of Get The Knack, go play it right now and listen to the drums, you'll see what I mean. For those of you who don't have the album in your collection, haul yourself over to iTunes or wherever and prepare yourself for a lesson on How To Play Rock 101.

Thanks Bruce.

Hey ya,

I'll be at Castro's again this Tuesday for the eighth episode of Folkpunk Tuesdays, the details of which look remarkably like so:

TIMOTHY CAMERON (who?)
at CASTRO'S LOUNGE (2116 Queen Street East)
TUESDAY AUGUST 15
9pm-11pm
with guest AMER DIAB.

This has been one of those weeks that's been a whirlwind of gigs, rehearsals and recordings, so I don't really have anything to rant about, other than how little time I have because this week's been a whirlwind of gigs, rehearsals and recordings (see above).

Anyway, since Oliver Stone has thrown his hat into the
"now-we-can-start-making-money-from-September-11-since it's-been-five-years" ring, I thought I'd give you the lyrics to a new song of mine entitled Maybe I'm Crazy.
Enjoy. Or don't...

"Maybe I'm crazy,
Or maybe it's you who's naive,
Maybe I'm crazy,
Or maybe we've all been deceived.

"That Tuesday morning, no one could have guessed,
That all they stood for, would be put to the test,
But what was it they stood for all along?
Some stripes and stars on a piece of cloth,
And a patriotic song.

"Maybe I'm crazy,
Or maybe it's you who's naive,
Maybe I'm crazy,
Or maybe we've all been deceived.

"They had the protocols, for to deal with this,
And still the system failed, was it ignorant bliss?
The air defences nowhere to be found,
I read somewhere that fighter jets,
Don't do much on the ground.

"Maybe I'm crazy,
Or maybe it's you who's naive,
Maybe I'm crazy,
Or maybe we've all been deceived.

"Their self-anointed, leader of the world,
Trapped in a photo-op with little boys and girls,
And there he stayed as chaos reigned supreme,
Reminding those who still saw straight,
That nothing's as it seems.

"Maybe I'm crazy,
Or maybe it's you who's naive,
Maybe I'm crazy,
Or maybe we've all been deceived.

"A thousand years from now, what are they gonna say?
And will we ever know what went on that day?
And will it even matter in the end?
They got their outcome free and clear,
With handsome dividends."

Yeah, okay, I lean towards conspiracy theories sometimes, but somebody has to, otherwise we'd be even easier to fool.

Later,
Timothy

Hey Folkpunkateers!

Two gigs coming up this week to tell you about. But first, a rant from our sponsors:

Last week as I was leaving my apartment building, the superintendent caught up with me and informed me that a bunch of the storage lockers in the basement had been broken into overnight, and that mine was one of them.

Oh, great.

Anyway, I headed to the locker room to survey the damage and sure enough, most of the contents of the locker were dumped out onto the floor. Nothing seemed to be missing, or if anything WAS missing, I've long since forgotten I owned it, so same diff. Among the flotsam (and even jetsam) strewn about there were a couple of boxes of my CD, "...every cloud has a sulphur lining..." that had been torn open. I counted their contents, and was relieved to find that all of the CDs were still there. Then after that moment of blissful relief, I suddenly got slightly pissed off. The nerve of those amateurs, I thought, not thinking that my CD was worth stealing! So I'm considering making up a sign to stick on the locker with a quote from a review I got in the UK (courtesy of Russell Barker). I imagine the sign will
look something like:

"VALUABLE COMPACT DISCS ENCLOSED!
PLEASE DO NOT STEAL!
HERE'S WHAT THE CRITICS ARE SAYING:
'Timothy Cameron's seven track mini-album is bristling with the bile and invective of Billy Bragg's early albums. Add to that the intensity of the Clash and puns from the school of Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine and you have a very entertaining ride indeed.'
RESIST THE TEMPTATION TO MUSICALLY ENHANCE YOUR EXISTENCE ILLEGALLY"

In other words, I want to turn into a major label. You know, the way they hype an album as the greatest thing since Sgt. Pepper, and then wonder why everybody wants to steal it?

Anyway, as I mentioned earlier, there are two gigs coming up in the next week:

TIMOTHY CAMERON (me)
SUNDAY JULY 30, (8pm-ish?)
at DRAGONFLY,
1279 Queen Street WEST at Brock (across from the Cadillac Lounge, and a little bit west)
I'll be appearing as one of a handful of featured performers, one of whom will be Trip Phoenix. He's cool.

And then...

TIMOTHY CAMERON (moi)
TUESDAY AUGUST 1st (9pm)
at CASTRO'S LOUNGE

2116 Queen Street EAST at Wineva
with special guest JON BROOKS

Don't go breaking my...uh, padlock.
Timothy

Leaf blowers.

They should outlaw the fucking things. Is there any other indication of just how lazy people can become? As I type this, the superintendent of the apartment building across the street is standing out in front of his building, using one of the nasty
little gadgets, blowing leaves (or grass or whatever) off of an area that's maybe the size of a two or three bedroom apartment in his building. He's been at it for about twenty minutes now, and he's not making much progress. He is, however, making a LOT of noise and adding to the burned-off fossil fuels in the air. Good thing, too, I was afraid we were gonna run out of burned-off fossil fuels in the air. I mean, Christ-on-a-bike, I could run out there with a feather duster and do the job in half the time it's taking this chunderhead. I'm surprised he doesn't also have a special rolling tripod to save him the extreme physical exertion of actually having to hold the bloody thing. I suspect we've found the source of his middle age spread.

His spare tire.

His "Molson Muscle", if you will.

Yes folks, it's finally happened: the push broom is now considered to be Hard Labour.

Anyway, in an effort to balance the universe, I will be compensating for his laziness by folkpunking my ass off at Castro's on Tuesday. Also along for a workout will be the energetic (and clever) Jeff Stone. Here are the deets:

TIMOTHY CAMERON (me)
TUESDAY JULY 25 (9pm)
at CASTRO'S LOUNGE

2116 Queen Street EAST (not west, EAST...in the Beaches... aka the Beach... aka World Unto Itself With Dog Poop On The Sidewalk...)
with special guest JEFF STONE

See ya there!
Timothy

Ugh.

You know that cold that's been going around? The one that gets into your chest and just kinda stays there for weeks on end? The one that's probably no worse than any colds that went around years ago, but maybe our environment is screwed up to the point that a lot of us probably have weakened immune systems and don't even know it, so the simple act of taking a deep breath outside on a hot day can take ten years off your life, that cold? Well I'm one of the many who have been battling that same bug for almost two weeks now. The first week was okay, but this past week was murder. Last Tuesday's show at Castro's was saved in large part by fellow singer-songwriter Vaughn Passmore (who hasn't caught this thing....yet...) being able to play a longer set, and also by a massive intake of Fisherman's Friend. Man, I was going through those things like Bogart went through cigarettes. Except I was coughing more than he ever did. And for those of you who are curious, yes it is possible to play harmonica with a Fisherman's Friend on the go, but just to be safe make sure somebody in the audience knows the Heimlich. Anyway, I'm getting better, and at my present rate of recovery I figure I'll have shaken this thing by, oh, let's say 2008 some time.

In spite of all this, the show must indeed go on. And on that note:

TIMOTHY CAMERON (again with capital letters already...)
TUESDAY JULY 18th (9pm-ish)
at CASTRO'S LOUNGE (2116 Queen Street West, here in Smogtown)
with special guest JENNIFER FOSTER

Jennifer Foster (or "J-Fo" as she sometimes calls herself) is a great singer-songwriter and has a killer voice. She's recorded and/or toured and/or worked with the likes of The Pursuit Of Happiness, Melanie Doane, Sarah Slean, The Rheostatics, and a slew of others. If you get a chance, go to her MySpace page

http://www.myspace.com/jennfoster and listen to the MP3s. My personal fave is "Dumb Down". Anyway, see you at Castro's.

Hackingly Yours,
Timothy

Hi y'all,

The Folkpunk Tuesday thing appears to be a virtual juggernaut which is practically unstoppable, not unlike a snowball which becomes an avalanche and threatens a small peaceful village on Christmas Eve (or something). Anyway, once again I will be
appearing at Castro's this Tuesday (July 11), this time with special guest singer-songwriter Vaughn Passmore.

For those of you who aren't sure where Castro's is located on Tuesdays, it's at 2116 Queen Street East, not far from where it's located the rest of the week.

Coincidence ?

And for those of you with short attention spans, here's the easy-to-digest version of this gig announcement (the Arrowroot cookie version, so to speak):

TIMOTHY CAMERON (that's me, in capital letters),
at CASTRO'S LOUNGE (did I mention 2116 Queen Street East?)
on TUESDAY JULY 11th
with special guest VAUGHN PASSMORE (also in capitals)

And for those of you with VERY short attention spans, I'd like to take this opportunity to tell you that you're sitting in front of a computer.

You're welcome.

Later,
Timothy

The response to the first "Folkpunk Tuesday" at Castro's was great. In fact I kept having this recurring dream after I got home and fell asleep after the gig. In the dream I'm being driven through Ottawa in a limousine, and the limo pulls up outside
Parliament Hill. Don't ask me why I'm on Parliament Hill, dreams are far-fetched at the best of times. Maybe I'm there to convert Stockwell Day into a member of Mensa.

See? Far-fetched.

Anyway, in the dream I hop out of the limo and I'm about to walk into the Parliament buildings when I'm suddenly surrounded by journalists, most of whom seem to be intent on finding out just who the hell I think I am playing solo singer-songwriter gigs with an electric guitar instead of the folk-Nazi-approved acoustic guitar approach. One journalist in particular (Tim Ralfe of CBC) begins an exchange with me that goes on for a few moments, and then ends like so:

Cameron: Yes, well there are a lot of bleeding hearts around who just don't like to see folk singers with electric guitars. All I can say is, go on and bleed, but it is more important to keep folkpunk in the society than to be worried about weak-kneed people who don't like the looks of ...

Ralfe: At any cost? How far would you go with that? How far would you extend that?

Cameron: Just watch me.

Did I mention "far-fetched"? Anyway, haul yourself out to Castro's this Tuesday for a dose of me and a dose of Clark Institute. I may wear a rose in my lapel. I might even do a pirouette behind the queen...

Adieu,
TC

PS- Happy Canada Day...

Hello all,

I thought I should send out one of those self-congratulatory emails that artists sometimes send when they start to think that the world might have forgotten they're still alive. I've actually been sort of trying to avoid the computer for a few weeks now, and I must say that I highly recommend it. It's like having a life or something. I also got thoroughly pissed off at the whole concept of email and the internet when I discovered earlier this month that spammers had somehow got hold of the folkpunk.com domain, and were setting up bogus email accounts to sell "C1al1s" or whatever. Turns out this is fairly common, and not all that hard to do. But it's kind of like waking up one morning to find that somebody you've never met has set up a used car lot on your front lawn overnight, and you're powerless to stop them. I wish the powers that be would take steps to prevent domain name abuses such as this, instead of wasting time prosecuting some fifteen-year-old girl in Boise because she illegally downloaded a Britney Spears song three years ago.

But that's just me.

Anyway, lots of people are still downloading my stuff (legally, not
that I should care) from numerous outlets, including the Apple iTunes store. The song that is far and away the most downloaded from my catalogue is "Whatever", which sort of surprised me since it's not one of the ones I've been highlighting. Then again, somebody asked me if they could download a shortened version of "Whatever" to use as a ringtone, so maybe that should have been a clue right there.

In answer to their request, they (and you) can now download a ten second MP3 snippet of the song at

http://www.folkpunk.com/music.html
It's down toward the bottom of the page.

I have more stuff to report, but I'll save it for later. This way, you can now turn off your computer and go outside a couple of minutes sooner. As I say, I highly recommend it.

See ya!
Timothy

Hi ya,

After a successful gig at Manhattan's in Guelph back in January, they've asked me back for another night of this thing called folkpunk at their predominantly jazz-oriented venue. Go figure. Anyway, here are the "deets" (for my "peeps"):

TIMOTHY CAMERON (that would be me)
at MANHATTAN'S (951 Gordon Street in Guelph)
on THURSDAY APRIL 13th
from 8:00pm to Midnight-ish

If you know anybody in the GGA (Greater Guelph Area), feel free to forward this email to them. In fact, why not organize a car pool from wherever you are. Charter a bus, even. There's lots of parking, so what's stopping you ? Huh?!

As an added bonus, the following day is Good Friday and the kick off of the whole Easter shebang, when hundreds if not dozens of people around the world celebrate that moment when Jesus arose from the cave, saw his shadow and predicted four more weeks of winter in Bethlehem. Or something like that. I'm not a theologian, so some of the finer details are a bit sketchy. Anyway, the point is that unless you're being crucified, you probably have Friday off, so it's not like you're out on a school night.

Y'know?

Failing that, I suppose I'll play another gig in Toronto one of these days. Probably.

Until then, go easy on the Mini-Eggs, okay?

See ya,
Timothy

Hey folks!

Well, spring has sprung and that can only mean one thing: it's time for a seasonal folkpunk gig. The next one (in Toronto at least) will likely be in the summer. Here are the "deets":

TIMOTHY CAMERON (me)
at RENAISSANCE CAFE (1938 Danforth Avenue, west of Woodbine)
WEDNESDAY APRIL 5
show starts around 8:30 PM-ish (doors open at 8pm)

Also on the bill are Jeff Stone, Signe Miranda, Brad McGoey and Tristan M.R., and the cover is a measly 5 bucks. Renaissance has lots of microbrewery beers on tap and some very nice gourmet coffees too.

Finally, in lieu of a rant I'm going to forward something to all of you
that was sent to me by my friend Sean Bray. I heartily encourage you to forward it to your friends as well, since there's a quick poll you can take at the end if you follow the link. See ya!

Timothy.

Dear Friends
National Geographic has just put out its latest issue and there is a big article on nuclear energy's "comeback" and like other recent articles you may have seen, suggesting that Nuclear is the green alternative. A quote from the article by Charles Petit:
"Scratch a nuclear engineer these days and you'll likely find, under the buttoned-down exterior, a raving green activist" and, "Climate change, for many, trumps any fear of nuclear energy."

Those of us who haven't bought into the great "green" nuclear propaganda machine know that nuclear is not the answer to our problems. However articles like these are being quietly seeded in magazines all over the world right now (eg there was one in Wired in November 2005) and they are having a serious impact. People are starting to believe. Like any good propaganda machine, the stories mix in enough fear to motivate people to be receptive to a solution that may be more dangerous than the problem.

Kinda like the Patriot Act and the War. Only this little marketing ploy is seeding misinformation that will get us into opening a Pandora's box we can't shut.

Here's a quote that wasn't in the article (from Dr. Helen Caldicott):
"Plutonium 239, one of the most dangerous elements known to humans, is so toxic that one-millionth of a gram is carcinogrnic. More than 200kg is made annually in each 1000-megawatt nuclear power plant. Plutonium is handled like iron in the body, and is therefore stored in the liver, where it causes liver cancer, and in the bone, where it can induce bone cancer and blood malignancies. On inhalation it causes lung cancer....Plutonium lasts for 500,000 years, living on to induce cancer and genetic diseases in future generations..."

Anyway- you all know how serious this is- I am just asking you to help
stem the propaganda tide. If you can- write to National Geographic.
Include some facts if you can. Opinons are fine though. Maybe one of us will get printed.(addresses below)

At the very least, participate in their online poll- let's see if we can change the numbers, cause I just did the poll and the "yes" vote is winning right now.
Go to:
http://www7.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0604/feature2/index.html and
click on "Poll" on the left side of the page.

National Geographic Magazine
PO Box 98199
Washington, DC 20090-8199

or at least email:
ngsforum@nationalgeographic.com

they ask that you include name, address and daytime phone.

Peace and Health to all
Most sincerely
Lia ter Heide

PS spread the word. thanks.

Hey folks(punks),

Three things to report here at Folkpunk Manor: First, I'll be a guest on CIUT-FM's Acoustic Workshop this coming Monday (February 20th). The show runs from 7:00 to 8:00 pm (Eastern Time) and can be heard at

http://www.ciut.fm
Or you can listen in on something called a radio, which is like a television (remember those?) without the visuals.

Secondly, in keeping with my resolution to only play Toronto bars once per season, it's time for my Winter 2006 gig. Next Thursday (February 23rd) I'll be appearing at The Now Lounge, located at 189 Church Street, near Dundas. Also on the bill, direct from the God Blessed United States Of America Which Is (Are?) Blessed By God will be Nathan Caswell (who's really from Thunder Bay). The cover is a measly $5, so quit whining already. Show starts at 9-ish.

And finally, this whole Dick-Cheney-shooting-a-guy-thing has (predictably) qualified for "Gate" status. You know how, ever since Watergate, everything that seems the slightest bit questionable within the US government gets called "(Fill-in-the-blank)-Gate". We've had Iran-Gate (Reagan), Monica-Gate (Clinton), Tuna-Gate (Mulroney). Well now the whole Cheney fiasco has been dubbed Quail-Gate. But I think it's time we put the whole "Gate" wordplay thing aside, and I propose a new catchphrase to sum up what took place last weekend when the Veep was shooting birds and, uh, missed:

CHAPPAQUI-DUCK

You're welcome. Again, the gigs:

Monday February 20: CIUT-FM, 7pm
Thursday February 23: Now Lounge, 9pm

See ya,
Timothy-Gate

Happy new year, my fine friendly folkpunkateers. I have two little items of news for you. First, I have a gig coming up in Guelph, the details of which are as follows:

TIMOTHY CAMERON (still me after all these years)
at MANHATTAN'S (951 Gordon Street, Guelph Ontario)
on THURSDAY JANUARY 12th (8pm to 11pm)
There's no cover charge and I've heard the food is great.

Secondly, I'm going to share with you some resolutions I've made for my folkpunking. I made these resolutions in early December, thereby keeping last year's resolution not to be late for appointments. Although I didn't start keeping that one until February, so I think that means I'm breaking even.

Anyway, as far as bar gigs in Toronto are concerned, I'm cutting that little game down to approximately four gigs per year at the most. I'm thinking maybe one show for each of the four seasons (that would be winter, winter, winter and construction...). I'll still play outside Toronto and will still do whatever private parties, house concerts and festivals happen to come along, but my days of being a locally-based glorified beer salesman are rapidly dwindling. Also, I'll only book a gig that allows me at least a 30 minute set. Call me fussy, but I figure I should be on stage for longer than it took me to pack my gear into my guitar case. Besides, I'm never even warmed up until about the fourth song anyway.

Also, I'm planning to do more recording and release the new stuff in download-able form only. I've had a lot of success with things like iTunes and MP3Tunes lately, so I think I'd be goofy not to capitalize on that technology a bit more.

Anyway, thanks for reading, hope you all had a great Chrismahannakwanzakah and New Year, and if you have friends in Guelph, feel free to forward this over to them.

Later,
Timothy

Hello.

Yup, the subject line pretty much says it all. You can now download any or all of the songs from Never Mind The Hyperbolics and/or "...every cloud has a sulphur lining..." through Apple's iTunes store. No longer will a typical conversation at one of my gigs go something like this:

Punter: "Hey, that song of yours, 'She Dates Creeps', is that on your new CD ?"

Me; "Uh, no, sorry that's on the old one and I didn't bring any copies with me tonight."

Punter: "You heartless bastard!"


Now a typical conversation at one of my gigs will be more along the lines of:

Punter: "Hey, that song of yours, 'She Dates Creeps', is that on your new CD ?"

Me: "No, but you can now download it off of iTunes and never have to leave the house to see live music ever again !"

Punter: "What? I can't hear you over the squealing feedback from the microphone which is being caused by the hearing impaired sound man who doesn't seem to be doing a very good job because he is (as previously stated) somewhat hearing impaired... you heartless bastard."

Etcetera.

Anyway, just letting you know.

Later gators,
Timothy Cameron

Hey!

This Friday (December 2nd) I'll be appearing at Grafitti's (170
Baldwin) as part of the monthly Songwriters Unite showcase. Also on the bill are Howard Gladestone, Nancy Dutra, Tressa (aka Slim), Lila Rose, Tanya Philopovitch, Susan Hutcheson, and of course the host Russell Leon.
Show starts at 9pm, and there's no cover.

So I was reading one of those free newspapers that one can pick up in the subway (a "McNewspaper" if you will) and noticed an article on the TTC's plans to spend an untold amount of money on remaking some stations into "cultural attractions". The article included a conceptual drawing of what Museum Station will look like, with the support columns on the platform transformed into ancient Egyptian sarcophagi and mini Greek columns and such. Three of the TTC's downtown subway stations will get the make-over, transforming them into "works of art".

It was an interesting enough article, as were many of the other articles in the McPaper, all of which I had plenty of time to read as I stood waiting for a train that took forever to arrive and when it did finally arrive it was packed to the point that the doors closed on me as I tried squeezing on board. This was at 7:30pm, so rush hour was long since past, and this was the third time in the space of a week that I got to spend an excess amount of time waiting for a train that was full to capacity when it finally showed up.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: the TTC is being run by Air Canada. How else can you explain a transit system that values its own beautification over something like, oh I dunno, GETTING ITS PAYING CUSTOMERS TO THEIR DESTINATION. Jeezuz.

Anyway, once again, the gig:
GRAFITTI'S (170 Baldwin, in Kensington Market)
FRIDAY DECEMBER 2nd,
9:00 pm

Later,
Timothy

Hey ya,

Here's some gig news from me to you:

SUNDAY NOVEMBER 27th, I'll be at
CADILLAC LOUNGE (1296 Queen Street West)
somewhere between 4pm and 7pm
as part of Songwriters Expo
along with Neil Exall, Mike Hopkins, and Marion Arthur. There'll be a draw for CDs by the performers too.

And then:

FRIDAY DECEMBER 2nd, I'll show up at
GRAFFITI'S (170 Baldwin Avenue)
8pm-ish
as part of Songwriters Unite
along with many other songwriters, none of whom I can name at the moment because I never thought to get the names before I started typing this email to you. Crumb.

And if you have friends and family in Guelph, tell them about this one.
Or even enemies:

THURSDAY JANUARY 12th, I'm folkpunking at
MANHATTAN'S (951 Gordon Street, Guelph)
from 8pm to 11pm
all folkpunk, all night. For the third time this year I'll be hauling out some originals that I haven't played since the 1990's. I've been
told by people who've been to Manhattan's that it's a nice place and the pizza is amazing.

Okay, and finally this little tidbit from CBC News' website. Seems that Toronto MP Dan McTeague wants 50 Cent barred from entering Canada to perform concerts scheduled for December, adding that the rapper promotes gun violence, a message that Torontonians don't need to hear in light of the recent shootings in the city.

"I think it's time we send a message of our own to those who glorify violence that their gratuitous violence and movies are not welcome in our country," McTeague said. "We need to do a better job at protecting Canadians from people whose message runs counter to all of our efforts of trying to curb gun violence."

Oh really? Then perhaps Mr. McTeague could explain why 50 Cent's new film Get Rich Or Die Tryin' was shot (no pun intended) right here in good ol' Hogtown, and not once did the MP raise his voice in protest during the production. Oh wait, of course, they were probably filming during parliament's summer vacation. How silly of me.

Yes folks, the ECB (election campaign bullsh*t) is about to start hitting the fan. You've been warned.

Later,
Timothy

Hey!

I've got a gig. Again. Yay...

TIMOTHY CAMERON (over here)
SUNDAY OCTOBER 30th
THE RIVOLI (334 Queen Street West)
7:00pm

The event is the monthly Whipped Sundaes thingy, and I'll be part of the songwriters circle, which gets under way at 8:30. This month's Whipped Sundae has a Hallowe'en theme, so feel free to dress up. I'll be disguised as Jerry Leger, and he'll be disguised as me, see if you can tell the difference! Here's even more info if you're so inclined:

http://www.myspace.com/whippedsundaes
Okay, secondly, the still amazing news about my CD on MP3Tunes: I'm still #1 on the Angry Folk charts:

http://www.mp3tunes.com/musicchart.php?chart=song&genre_id=105
http://www.mp3tunes.com/musicchart.php?chart=album&genre_id=105
Yay.

"Reality TV", huh? I don't know where the term came from. I mean really, hands up anybody who regularly happens to be on a desert island hoping to win a million bucks. And how many of you normally compete with 30
other members of your gender for the attentions of one total stranger? Ever tried to break into show biz by having Donald Trump fire you? No? Didn't think so. We've had reality TV for decades already. It's called the news, and even that's just barely real most of the time. And most of the "contestants" on reality TV shows are indeed professional actors
trying to get noticed in an industry that already has a glut of
mediocre talent. In which case, The Price Is Right is more real than Survivor, because the contestants are average shmoes grabbed from an audience full of people who got sidetracked on the way to Disneyland. The producers of reality TV shows should just admit that the whole thing is staged and scripted, and make use of that fact.

I can see it now: "The Bachelorette: Special Victims Unit".

Later,
Timothy

Hi folks,

Sorry to keep doing this to you, but the gig Sunday at the Danforth Music Testicle...er, I mean Festival, has been utterly and completely cancelled. They double booked their own festival. Not bad huh? I mean, who's running this thing, Air Canada? Jeezuz. I took a stroll along
Danforth on Friday to check things out at the other venues, and here's some of what I observed:

One place had decided at the last minute not to be part of the festival so they could host a private party instead. Wise.

The next venue I passed by featured a bunch of musicians on the front patio, which is nice exept instead of, oh I dunno, playing music let's say, they were standing around scratching their heads wondering how to get the PA system working. Two hours after they should have started
playing.

The next gig was a tiny little cafe that had a band in the front window with Marshall stacks ("big honkin' guitar amps" in other words) cranked up loud enough that the vocals were totally drowned out.

Next was a band playing in front of (I'm not kidding) McDonald's, and they had a bunch of their gear set up on the garbage pails. Ick.

And finally there was a band who were playing on the roof of a
restaurant, which is sort of cool in a Let It Be kinda way, but it appeared that they'd hauled all their gear up on this one rickety ladder that was propped up beside the "stage". Let's hope they enjoyed the exhaust from
the kitchen.

So anyway, I'm not doing the Danforth Music Festival, this year or ever.

I am however playing a gig this coming week. Here's the info:

TIMOTHY CAMERON, VAUGHN PASSMORE, CLARK INSTITUTE and JON BROOKS
at HOLY JOE'S
THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 8th
8pm Start.

It's four singer-songwriters going around in a rotation of quick 25
minute sets, so if you have to work (or go to school) the next morning, you can catch a fair chunk of each of us by 10pm. And trust me, the three artists I'll be sharing the stage with are among the best at their musical craft in the whole city. Really.

Holy Joe's is upstairs at the Big Bop, south east corner of Queen and Bathurst. Find the Reverb Room, and walk through to the door marked (oddly enough) "Holy Joe's". And thank you for reading this far, hope you've enjoyed the review. And feel free to respond and say hi, I like hearing from all of you.

Later,
Timothy