I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker…

It’s Music Monday!

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Two things combined this past weekend to make today’s music offering completely self-obvious, self-evident and virtually unavoidable. For one, it was the Glastonbury Festival. I didn’t get to go, but I watched my favourite bands avidly via the ongoing, almost real-time and therefore quasi-life footage over on the Beeb.

For another, the amazing Jane Risdon wrote an outstanding piece of flash fiction titled Summer of Love and published over on Morgen Bailey’s blog last Friday. Well, after reading this, I was so very much in the mood for a festival and nostalgic for an era I didn’t get to experience that I simply had to bring you this song…

That about captures it, don’t you think?

Have you ever experienced nostalgia for something you didn’t even get to experience in the first place?

DELIVERED. Concluding a true story.

The darkness rocked and wobbled, and light rushed by through the tiny see-holes. Ro and I clung together, and I could feel that even Ro was frightened for once. He nudged me gently and I snuggled in closer.

“At least we’re still together,” I repeated his thoughts.

The Supremes’ voices could be heard outside of our darkness, and they sounded excited and…cheerful. Happy. I couldn’t work out whether that was good news for us, or bad news. Very soon, another noise permeated our darkness. It was a kind of roaring and humming and quite unlike anything we’d ever heard before.

“What’s going on?” I whispered to Ro.
“Why are you whispering?” he whispered back, then spoke a bit more loudly. “It’s not like they can hear us!”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I dunno. I just assume that they can’t.”

As if to prove him wrong, the see-holes darkened and a giant eye appeared trying to look in at us. The effect was wholly terrifying, and Ro and I squealed as one, then rushed to another corner of the darkness. A whole chorus of Supremes’ voices ensued and the eye disappeared. My heart beat so hard in my chest that I thought it would surely fall out.

Quite suddenly, the humming and the roaring stopped and the darkness began rocking and wobbling again. Then, after a gentle thud, everything stopped and we definitely weren’t on the move anymore.

“I don’t think we’re in Guinealand anymore,” Ro pronounced gravely. Despite myself, I giggled. Trust Ro to quote our favourite nursery tale at a time like this.

Beyond the darkness, all manner of things appeared to be happening. There was chattering and banging and rustling, and I could smell food and bedding. Ro sidled up to a see-hole but he couldn’t get the big picture so we remained in uncertainty.

Eventually, the sky opened up and the Supremes’ claws made a grab for us. Ro first, then me. There were two sets of claws, small, bony but yielding, but there were lots of voices and many more Supremes that I hadn’t seen before. I was transported swiftly from my darkness to…well, to a new home, I guess. Before I could even squeal in protest, appreciation, or otherwise, I found myself placed quite gently on a large pile of bedding and then it was done. The claws let go and withdrew.

Ro was already there, sitting quite still and quivering all over. A strange grid surrounded us all around and just the minute that I comprehended it set the limits of my new world, the last flap of it closed and we were safe. The Supremes stood back and looked at us, all four of them. There were the two littler ones, and two big ones that were unfamiliar. They stood in silence and for a while, nobody seemed to know what to do, not us, not them.

Then Ro took the initiative and fled into a hidey-hole running the length of our new world, and I followed suit. Darkness enveloped us once more and kept us safe.

We sat in the darkness and recovered until we were certain the Supremes had gone. Because, you see, when they go, the voices go, and so does the smell and then we’re truly safe. Ro cautioned us to wait a little bit longer, but eventually we went exploring our new world.

And do you know, this New Guinealand isn’t so bad. I’m quite settled here now. There’s lovely bedding every day, and lots of food. There’s a tunnel for me to play in, and lots of exciting sticks to chew on. I have a climbing platform with another food place tucked away in it. I’m warm and comfortable and I have a nice place to hide if I get worried. Every day, the Supremes come and talk to us and it appears that they like us and mean us no harm. Their voices are gentle, and so is their touch. They bring yummy treats every day, too, some green and some orange. I like the oranges ones best! Those are the highlights of my life, I’ve got to tell you. We didn’t have those in Old Guinealand at all. It’s heavenly, actually.

The Supremes like holding us and stroking us and there’s a sound in their unintelligible chatter that keeps repeating over and over and over. When I’m being held, “Yipyap” features in my Supreme’s chatter. I guess that means it’s calling me Yipyap. And Ro, they seem to be calling him Kip. I don’t know why. I mean, surely they can hear our names, right? But they don’t seem to and they insist on calling us by the names they’ve given us. We’re getting used to it now, and I have to remind myself that Kip’s name is really Ro. I’ve forgotten my own.

But it doesn’t matter. We were taken, and we have been delivered. I don’t need to be scared anymore. Life is good.

Meet your narrator! Yipyap (left) and Kip (right) in their favourite plaything, the edible tunnel.

Meet your narrator!
Yipyap (left) and Kip (right) in their favourite plaything, the edible tunnel.

Did you guess?

Missed Part 1, Taken? Find it HERE.

What did you make of my venture into the Baby Rodent Point of View?

Runaway

It’s Music Monday!

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I’m in a greatest-bands-of-all-time kind of mood. So I strolled through my archives to see who and what I had posted before and to my immense surprise I found that this band hasn’t been on Music Monday yet! They’ve been to one my launch parties, of course, but they’ve never had the spotlight. Well, I had to fix that, didn’t I?

Bringing you a classic, if perhaps not an obvious one, but certainly one of my personal all time favourites! Rock on!


 

So. You all now I’ve run away in a manner of speaking, if perhaps not for quite as sinister reasons as Mr JBJ’s heroine.
You know Sophie runs. But what about you?

Have you ever gone on the run?

TAKEN. A true story.

So it finally happened. I’d been warned, of course, the minute I’d arrived here with my brothers, only days after we’d been taken from Mother. “The day will come when you’ll be taken…”

Nobody could tell me what it meant, but I gathered from the terrified tremor in their voices that it would be terrible. None of those who’d been taken ever came back.

Today, the big flap opened and the Supreme Being appeared. It rushed in on its spindly, long legs but it sang in its weird gentle voice, as it always did, and everybody relaxed. Too soon! This time there was no food forthcoming, no water, no bedding. Just the voice and the legs, moving this way and that.
I sat frozen in horror until I realized that it was after me. Then I squealed and bolted into my hide-away as quick as my legs would carry me. I closed my eyes tight shut, pretending I wasn’t there. If I couldn’t see the Supreme Being, maybe the Supreme Being wouldn’t be able to see me. But no, it found me anyway.

It lifted me up in its bony claws and I found myself high and higher above the ground. Too high, danger, danger! My heart beat hard in my chest and I scrabbled wildly, but the Supreme was too strong for me. Although, I noted with some relief, it didn’t actually hold me too tight. I could still breathe. And it was still producing that soothing sing-song voice. Maybe I wouldn’t die today. I surrendered and waited for things to come.

But oh, oh. Just when I thought I might be all right, the Supreme Being moved and took me with it. It walked through the flap, removing me from the safety of my home, my world, everything I knew. I was being taken!

I squealed in horror once more, begging my brethren for help, but they did nothing. They couldn’t, of course. Our nails barely seemed to hurt the Supremes and our teeth weren’t nearly sharp enough to defend ourselves. Truth was, we were at their mercy. I quivered and quaked and begged most pitifully, but there was nothing to be done.

Outside, there was a strange and wonderful other world full of mysterious things. I burrowed more deeply into the Supreme Being’s claws. At least I knew it; it was familiar. Quite unexpectedly, it had become my keeper, my keep-me-safer.

On we moved until another Supreme Being came into view. This one was littler. Actually, I noted, there were two of them. That made three Supremes altogether, and they came in different sizes. This was critical information but I had no way of sharing it with the brotherhood. My brain was full to bursting with all this new insight. It was all too much to take in, and I closed my eyes again.

Thus it was that I missed the claw-over from one Supreme to another. The first thing I knew about it was when the smell changed, and I opened my eyes hurriedly. I was, it appeared, with the Littler Supreme. It held me in its claws and they felt just as bony as the other Supreme’s, but softer, somehow, more yielding. Its voice emerged, high-pitched and loud, too loud. I scrabbled in terror but only got more loud voice in return, so I shut up and sat still. The Littler Supreme stroked my back and that was quite nice, actually. I burrowed more deeply and more stroking ensued. I could get the hang of this.

I could probably also get used to the smell. Sweet and… supreme and not at all like us, but not bad. I crinkled my nose and took another sniff. Not bad at all.

Both Supremes started making noises and it appeared that they were communicating. Intuition said it was something to do with me; how I wished I could understand their utterings. Their voices rose and grew louder, and I became scared again. Rightly so. Without warning, the claws lifted me and put me into darkness. At first there was a broad slit of sky above me, but that soon vanished and it grew dark around me, apart from a small, round hole of light here and there.

Dark was fine by me. I liked dark. Dark was safe. I sat still and sniffed. There was a familiar smell in here. I felt around and found that there some of my bedding was here, and some food too. It reminded me a little bit of home and I had a cautious nibble.

Next thing I knew, the sky opened again and my brother fell into the darkness. I cozied up to him gratefully, even before the sky closed again, and I relished the feel and the warmth of him.

“We’ve been taken,” he announced, confirming my worst fears. “But eat least there’s two of us. In this together, hey?”

I couldn’t see his face in the gloom but I knew he was grinning. He’d always been one for adventures. He was probably enjoying himself. Still, with Ro at my side, things could be bearable.

Abruptly, the darkness started wobbling and shifting. Our bedding slid this way and that, and we slid with it until we landed in a corner. Ro and I pressed together tightly for safety and stability. We were on the move.

“What next?” I demanded to know but I received no answer.

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This is a true story.
Any guesses as to what’s going on here?

Come back next week for the second installment! 🙂

Boston Square

It’s Music Monday!

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It’s Music Monday indeed! Last week, I brought you a classic; this week, I’m going exploring. I’ve been reading my Kerrang! and I’m checking out some bands that I’m not familiar with — yet. I chanced upon this ensemble and I’m asking myself, where have I been? I love the sound, the voice, the rhythm, the melody, the lot. This could be the makings of a great new love-affair.

And you know what? They’re only from down the road from here! Yes, this lot is from Norfolk. I don’t know why that’s significant but I think it’s exciting! Plus they’re playing Nottingham in October… I feel a gig coming on! Check them out….


 

What do you think????

 

 

I’m Not Driving in Great Company!

While I was idly flicking through Tatler Magazine yesterday, I came across an article that made me really happy. In fact, it made me feel totally and one hundred percent vindicated in the matter of a long-standing family debate. It turns out that I’m not driving in great company!

Huh? I hear you say. Well, to understand my jokey statement, you have to know that I don’t drive. It’s a matter of choice, not ability. I do have a licence. I’ve had my licence since 1991, in fact. It’s probably the cleanest license in the country because I haven’t used it for the best part of twenty years!

But why, you ask, no doubt aghast. Don’t worry, you can be aghast. I’m used to that reaction!

Let’s see. There are numerous reasons why I don’t drive.

Failing my driving test first time round didn’t help. I’d never failed anything before in my entire life, and this rather spectacular (and costly!) failure deeply undermined my self-confidence (in shreds anyway at the tender age of nineteen!).

My father’s unerring ice-age attitude towards woman drivers certainly didn’t improve matters. His view was quite plainly that women didn’t belong behind the wheel. I kid you not ~ he was of that generation. I remember him well, standing by the kitchen window, watching as my Mum would try to park her car. He’d be muttering under his breath, “She’s gonna hit it, she’s gonna hit it” (except, of course, he’d say that in German), and he’d be rubbing his hands gleefully. Upon gaining my licence, he categorically forbid me to ever, ever drive his car. It is somewhat ironic that it was him, shortly afterwards, who reversed out of the garage with the passenger door open. And, another few weeks later, he misjudged the distance to the bin shed rather dramatically. But I digress!

Being caught in a traffic accident during my very fist weekend in England left me somewhat traumatised, I have to confess. To this day, I have a dangerous tendency to close my eyes in roundabouts ~ not a healthy habit, were I driving, you will agree! You see, what happened was this. I was in a friend’s car and we were motoring through an infamous Northampton roundabout. My friend was going round, as one should. The other driver decided to go through, as she was in a hurry. The two cars connected in the most unfortunate, metal-crunching manner. And the impact happened on my side, because the car was German and I was sitting on the right. Nobody got hurt, thankfully, but the cars were rather damaged and me… well, I still close my eyes.

I should probably also mention that am sadly lacking spatial vision. It’s an eye thing. I don’t see distance. I don’t see three-D, for that matter. Parking is a nightmare, as is judging distances in…you guessed it, roundabouts.

Last but no least, there’s not been the need for me to drive. Whilst living in Egham (3 years), Oxford (2 years), London (6 years) and later Bristol (8 years), I could get anywhere by bus, bike or on foot. And in most places, it was actually easier not to have to worry about parking and some such. It’s only since we’ve moved to rural(ish) Lincoln that there is a greater potential for the need to resurrect my driving skills. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if parts of my family had some kind of sweepstake going on how long I resist the lure of the car.

But you see, I won’t need to, now.

For I am in GREAT company on the not-driving front. And I know this courtesy of Mary Killen over at Tatler Magazine and her article, “Baby, You Can Drive My Car” (thank you, Mary!). Turns out that Einstein probably wouldn’t drive, were he alive now. Manolo Blahnik doesn’t drive, nor does David Starkey — and the list goes on, go and check it out! The image on the next page of the magazine (this isn’t reproduced in the online article) suggested strongly that Adele and Lady Gaga don’t, or won’t, drive, either. (Yet! A quick Google Search indicates that they may be working on this!) See: I’m in excellent company not driving. (In fact, let’s be clear about this: at this time I may have something quite special in common with Adele and Lady Gaga!!) Therefore, I shall stick to my guns (or feet, as it were) for as long as I possibly can. I shall be green. I shall have a smaller carbon footprint than any other adult I know. *smiles smugly* Sorted!

What about you? Are you a driver? Or are you a conscientious objecter?

Hall of Fame party with Lisa Regan: ABERRATION

Roll out the red carpet!
Open the champagne!
It’s time to enter the Hall of Fame!

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Exactly one week ago, my Sapphire Star Publishing sister, the amazing Lisa Regan, released her second book: ABERRATION! Today, Lisa is visiting to celebrate with us, so give it up for Lisa!!

ABERRATION

FBI analyst Kassidy Bishop is assigned to the “For You” Killer’s Task Force after a series of sadistic murders bearing the same signature arise in different parts of the country, but when the investigation leads directly back to her, she is forced to delve into her own past. To find the killer, Kassidy must confront the painful memories of her twin sister’s mysterious death or risk losing everything to a ruthless madman—including her own life.

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You can get Aberration here:
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Smashwords

Lisa’s Top 5 Tips for
Deterring Stalkers  that you can get from this novel
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  1. Shred all important documents before you throw them away. On second thought, if at all possible, burn your trash. This would have saved my protagonist’s privacy from being invaded in a major way.
  2. Vary your routine. Don’t do exactly the same thing every day. That makes it too easy for a potential stalker or other scary-type-person to strike—as the victims in this book could tell you if they were still with us.
  3. Do background checks on people who are insinuating themselves into your life. Or, at the very least, Google them! This would have saved some characters in the book years of trouble!
  4. Be careful what you say to people and when and where you say it. For example, if you’re having a phone conversation while you’re grocery shopping or on the bus, everyone near you can hear your conversation. You may be incredibly revealing without even knowing it. If there is something you want to keep private, speak about it privately. Be careful what kinds of personal details you tell strangers. For one of my characters in particular, her gift for gab got her into a very bad situation.
  5. Pay attention. When you’re out, be aware of your surroundings and the people in them. Criminals just love people who are engrossed in their cell phones while they’re walking around or women who are digging in their pocketbooks the whole way to their car. Don’t be distracted.

About Lisa Regan

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Lisa Regan is a suspense novelist.  She has a Bachelor’s Degree in English and Master of Education Degree from Bloomsburg University.  She is a member of Sisters In Crime and Pennwriters. She lives in Philadelphia with her husband and daughter.  Her first novel, Finding Claire Fletcher was recently nominated for the eFestival of Words Best of the Independent eBook Awards in three categories:  Best Novel, Best Thriller and Best Heroine for Claire Fletcher.

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HUGE congratulations on your second book birthday, Lisa!

Have you got any questions for Lisa about keeping your life stalker-free and safe?

555 FB Likes Giveaway: And the winners are…

Thank you to everyone who entered the 555 Facebook Likes Gratitude Giveaway!

It was a short, one-week only giveaway, but I was astounded by your response and I feel the lurve. 😀

And the winners are…

1 Sophie's Run mug (reverse side is blank)

1 Sophie’s Run mug (reverse side is blank)

The mug goes to: ELAINE W.

1 Sophie's Run Keyring (reverse is blank)

1 Sophie’s Run Keyring (reverse is blank)

The keyring goes to: PETRA R.

SWAG PACK: 2 Sophie's Run bookmarks; 2 Sophie's Turn bookmarks; 2 Sophie's Run postcards (1 signed); 2 Sophie's Turn postcards (1 signed)

SWAG PACK: 2 Sophie’s Run bookmarks; 2 Sophie’s Turn bookmarks; 2 Sophie’s Run postcards (1 signed); 2 Sophie’s Turn postcards (1 signed)

The SWAG pack goes to: DEBBIE L.

1 ecopy of Sophie's Run

1 ecopy of Sophie’s Run

And one ecopy of Sophie’s Run goes to: LARIZA R.

Huge congratulations!

Winners are being notified and prizes will be shipped/delivered imminently. Rock on!!

Don’t forget to check back for more giveaways in the future… you never know when the mood will take me!

Whole Lotta Love

It’s Music Monday!

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I feel inspired to bring you another classic today. I don’t think it needs much introduction, considering that even some of the world’s biggest rock singers consider this their all time favourite song, according to a recent issue of Kerrang! magazine. Are you ready to rock?


 

Aaaaaaaw-right!
Did you rock’n’roll, baby?

FRIDAY SPECIAL! Introducing Cameron Tilbury, CEO of MapleStar Music & Media!

It’s another Friday Special edition here on Romance That Rocks Your World ~ with a highly interesting, versatile and glamorous guest!

In the not so distant past, I’ve brought you a writer and rock star’s wife as well as an outstanding rock photographer. Today, it is my tremendous pleasure to introduce you another industry insider: Please give it up for Cameron Tilbury, CEO of MapleStar Music & Media!

Cameron and I connected in November of last year during my debut on the Siren FM Midweek Drive Edition and we’ve been chatting online and offline ever since. Normally, it’s Cameron’s job to promote his artist and new talent and I thought it would be fun to turn the table on him and place him in the limelight for the day.

Welcome, Cameron!

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Cameron, hi! It’s so lovely to welcome you to my humble blog. I’m a little bit star-struck, actually. I haven’t had a CEO visit me before! 🙂

Don’t be!  You’re the author and artist.  All I do is tell people what you guys do.  I’m not really a CEO, more like the guy that runs the joint.  That’s the beauty of having your own business—you can put whatever you want on the business card!

We’ve been chatting online and offline for months now, but for those of my readers who maybe don’t know you, would you like to give us the three-line pitch: Who is Cameron Tilbury?

Wow…three lines.  Okay.  Here goes:

Cameron Tilbury was born in Canada and is a former musician/former radio announcer/former advertising copywriter/creative director/branding strategist who lived in England and started his own publicity company and now lives in Nashville, Tennessee, has a cowboy heart and loves his wife.

…there.  How was that?

That was beautiful. A man with a cowboy heart who loves his wife and does great things for musicians and artists ~ I salute you! Now I hang out on your Facebook page, MapleStar Music & Media, quite a lot.

You say that your roots are in International Radio Promotion and Publicity…but you’re also so much more! Tell us a little bit about how you started out and how your business has developed?

That’s sort of a long story, to I’ll try to make it as brief as possible.  As I said earlier, I’m a frustrated musician.  I started playing Pedal Steel Guitar when I was 7 years old, and played until I was about 18.  I was good enough that I could have gone pro and started touring, recording etc., but opted instead for education and the “security” of a “real” job.

My background was country music and, after university and college, I landed a job at Canada’s top country station…where I worked for about a year until they fired me for basically being immature—which I was.  I tried acting—had a couple of TV commercials and did a lot of work as an extra.  I missed radio though, and ended up being an announcer at a radio station near Toronto.

By the time I was approaching 30, I decided that I wanted more “regular” hours, so moved over to the creative department of the station and started writing and producing commercials.  It wasn’t long before I was made Creative Director.  I moved around to a few different radio stations in Toronto before deciding that in order to get to the ad agency level, I would have to change scenery.  So…I moved to England.

*Nicky interrupts, excitedly* Yes, I can relate to that! Good things happen when you move to England! Where did your travels take you?

My travels took me to Kent first of all! I worked as Creative Director at an ad agency in Sittingbourne…then moved up to Nottingham, then down to Peterborough, Cambridgeshire, where I spent a couple of years.  I was then approached to be the copywriter for the new inhouse ad agency for Betfair in Hammersmith, London.

While I was at Betfair, I was asked to help out a Canadian artist in getting his song played on radio in the UK…that became worldwide radio promotion.  At the same time, Betfair was undergoing some changes and I decided that I had enough going on that I could start my own business helping other artists get worldwide radio airplay.  I added publicity to the mix and the rest is history.

I moved to Nashville a couple of years ago, and it wasn’t long before I met my wife Jo-Leah, who is a songwriter/singer here. Now MapleStar Music & Media has an office in Canada as well as here in Nashville.  We have clients from the UK, Canada and USA.

What a journey! I am a little in awe here. 🙂 But tell me, what attracts you to an artist? How do you know they’ve got the… *Nicky scratches head, desperately trying to avoid the use of the words, X-factor!*…the certain something that’ll make them a success?

What attracts me to an artist?  Good question—and “X-Factor” is right.  They need to have talent first of all.  But there’s also a certain amount of those indefinable qualities—and they’re not always the same in each artist.  Some of them though are focus, drive, looks, movement, desire…hard to describe what it is, but you know it when you see it.  We’re working with a young guy now, Seth Alley.  He has all of that—and on top of it, he’s a great kid.  Jo-Leah has written a lot with him and as writers, they really click.  Big things coming soon from him!

MapleStar Music & Media Client, Seth Alley; country legend Lee Greenwood; and Cameron Tilbury. Photo courtesy of Cameron Tilbury, with thanks.

MapleStar Music & Media Client, Seth Alley; country legend Lee Greenwood; and Cameron Tilbury. Photo courtesy of Cameron Tilbury, with thanks.

Do you find artists, or do artists find you? 

A bit of both.  We’re always on the look-out for clients, but sometimes they hear about us.  Rock photographer Nick Elliott is a prime example.  He did some work for Lesley Curtis, another of our clients.  She’s based in England and so is Nick.  He saw how we’re handling her and now he’s a client.

What advice would you give to an aspiring singer, songwriter or band? What are the top three ‘must do’s’ to grow success in the industry?

That’s a tough one.  There’s no formula for success—and anyone who tries to tell you there is has no idea what they’re talking about.  There are qualities that can help success but not create it.

I guess…first and foremost is concentrate on your craft—whether that’s being a photographer, singer, actor—and success will follow.  Stardom is fleeting—and if you want to be a “star” first, then you’re doing it for the wrong reasons.  Perfect example from the sports world:  David Beckham.  All he ever wanted to do was play football and be the best at it.  He loves it.  It drives him—and success and stardom has followed him.  By contrast, the sports world is littered with players who set out to be a star.  Musically, look at the longevity all of the bands from the classic rock era are enjoying—careers that span 40 years, and they’re still selling out stadiums. Why?  Because when they started, stardom was only a “by-product” of being the best at what they do.  Too many artists of today want to be stars first—and they have brief success and then gone.

Secondly…surround yourself with people like you who have the drive to help you get where you want to be.  Success breeds success.

Finally…love what you do.  It’s an old saying that still rings true today:  find something you love to do and you’ll never work a day in your life.

Cameron with Kix Brooks (formerly of the multi award winning duo Brooks & Dunn). Photo courtesy of Cameron Tilbury, with thanks.

Cameron with Kix Brooks (formerly of the multi award-winning duo Brooks & Dunn). Photo courtesy of Cameron Tilbury, with thanks.

Oooh, I love that saying! I guess you’re not really working at all then by the sound of it, LOL! Cameron, have you got any success stories or interesting anecdotes you can share with us today? 

I think that one of the coolest things that happened was when I was in my first radio job.  Country legend Loretta Lynn was scheduled to visit the radio station for an interview.  As one of the junior employees, I was sent to walk with Loretta from her hotel to the station (they were connected by a shopping mall).  So here I was, meeting a true legend.  Singing star, author—and the movie Coal Miner’s Daughter had taken her from country star to just “star.”  I had grown up listening to her music.  Anyway, I went to meet her in the lobby of the hotel and we headed over towards the radio station.  She asked me if we had to get there right away and I said that we had a bit of extra time.  She asked, “do y’all mind if we go shopping?”.  So off we went.  I was shopping for boots with Loretta Lynn.  She bought a pair, and I took her to the interview.  A week later she was on TV on a talk show…wearing the boots she had bought.  Very cool.

How exciting is that? And go you, for going that extra mile. There’s a lesson there, too, right? Let’s turn this around a minute and ask you about the worst thing that’s ever happened ‘on the job’? Can you share a situation where you though, Gosh, I really wish I/they hadn’t done that? People love train-wreck stories simply because they can learn from them but you don’t have to answer this one…. LOL!

Another famous country star, George Jones (who recently died) left me in his wake!  George was nicknamed “No Show Jones” because, for years he had a drinking problem and didn’t show up for concerts and interviews.  I had waited for several hours in the lobby of his hotel to meet for a pre-arranged interview.  All of a sudden, I look out the front window of the hotel and watch his tour bus pull away.  I had fallen victim to No Show!

Ouch. Perhaps it was a rite of passage? I bet you took it in your stride. Speaking of stride, let’s change gear! So far, we’ve talked about artists and the kind of work you do. But what’s a typical day in the life of Cameron Tilbury?

I’m an early riser, so I’m up at 5a.m.

*Nicky quietly squeals in horror: 5 am??*

I check my emails and social media from overnight, then hit the gym for an hour.  I get home and feed our dog, Dixie, then have a shower and start the day.

My office is at home, so no ridiculous commutes (I had enough of that when I took the train and tube from Peterborough to Hammersmith!).  First thing is to check playlists from radio stations around the world to make sure our artists are getting played.  I do that every day, 7 days a week.  I could be sending out press releases and following up on them, scanning social media for opportunities for our business and our artists, talking to clients on the phone, calling radio stations…every day is a little different.

This week, as you interview me, it’s CMA Music Festival here in Nashville—probably the busiest week of the year.

I remember now, although I didn’t realize when we started this conversation! Thank you so much for taking time out of your hectic schedule to stop by here today… So how’s the CMA Music Festival shaping your days?

For example,  I worked all day yesterday [Monday] and then went to the Global Showcase downtown.  It was the chance for artists from all over the world to perform here in Nashville.  Today [Tuesday], I have a meeting at a recording studio on Music Row—with Seth Alley’s producer—and then another international showcase tonight.  Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll be at another international showcase—and one of our clients, Abi Bridgeman from Southport, England will be performing.  Thursday morning I’ll be at the new Music City Center ribbon cutting ceremony with Lady Antebellum, then another showcase.  Friday I’ll be with Abi again at Bridgestone Arena for another performance.

In between…lots of passing out business cards, meeting with artists and other music business people, and just being seen.  I also have all of my regular work to do in between, so it’s a brutal week.

Jo-Leah and Cameron backstage at Nashville’s Ryman Auditorium, at the recent Honor Thy Song benefit. Photo courtesy of Cameron Tilbury, with thanks.

Jo-Leah and Cameron backstage at Nashville’s Ryman Auditorium, at the recent Honor Thy Song benefit. Photo courtesy of Cameron Tilbury, with thanks.

Jo-Leah handles mostly songwriting, and we’re going into music publishing so she’ll be handling a lot of that.  Lori Thompson heads our Canadian office so she keeps busy up there.  She has a strong background in film, literary and fashion so she brings a lot to the table.  We chat virtually every day.

Talk about multi-tasking ~ I’m breathless just reading your schedule! Apart from the many demands on your time (and the very early starts to your day!), what’s the hardest thing about your job? 

Idon’t think there are any things that are particularly hard.  Some things are just a little harder than others.

Spoken like a true show man. Well, I’m in awe at your energy levels, zest and enthusiasm. Thank you for a great chat! Cameron, you’ve been very gracious with your time but do we have another few seconds for the quick-fire fun questions? We do? Excellent!

I’ve loved it!  Okay…let’s do rapid fire.

Rapid Fun with Cameron Tilbury

Rock, pop or jazz?
Ha!  You forgot country!  I’ll have to say rock AND country!  My two favorite acts are Iron Maiden and George Strait.

Morning or evening person?
Totally morning.  It drives my wife crazy because she’s a night owl.
*Nicky laughs*: I’m with Jo-Leah on that one!

Diet coke or cream soda?
Neither.  I don’t drink many fizzy drinks—if I do, Dr Pepper.  But I drink sweet tea (that’s what we call it here in the south—others may call it ice tea) and lots of coffee!

Wine or beer? 
Beer.

Steak dinner or fish’n’chips? 
Both.

Maple syrup or golden syrup? 
I guess Maple…I’m trying to lose weight so not much of either I’m afraid.

Musically speaking, would you love to go back to the 1960s, 1980s or stay in the present?
Hmm.  I think here is just fine.

Big night out, or quiet night in? 
Quiet night in.  No question.

Three desert island disks?
Iron Maiden:  A Matter of Life and Death, anything by George Strait, and a compilation of all of the songs my wife has written.

And all good things must come to an end…

Cool! I think that’s it… Oh, two more questions. Just to paraphrase our mutual friend, the one and only Alex Lewczuk:

Cameron, have you had a reasonably interesting blogospheric interaction with us today?  Absolutely! 

And may I welcome you back to my blog sometime in the near future?  Totally!  Just say when!

YAY!

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Dear readers, as always,
the floor is yours!!

You’ve met the man, you know what kind of fascinating work he does day in and day out…do you have any questions for Cameron? Oh, and could you rise every morning at 5 a.m.?