T.C. Folkpunk

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!

PS- Happy Canada Day...