T.C. Folkpunk

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


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!

Okay, secondly, the still amazing news about my CD on MP3Tunes: I'm still #1 on the Angry Folk charts!


"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".