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April 2011


my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal


If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com

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mighty real

Back in my NYC days, in the mid 1990s, I answered an ad in Backstage in which a songwriter was looking for a singer for a demo recording. There was no pay, but the singer would get a copy of the demo and a credit on the recording. I thought, Why not? I'll meet people, get my name out there, and get a demo tape out of it. What a great stepping stone moment. This will be great! I called, got the address and time for my audition, and showed up on the appointed day with my instrument warmed up and ready to go.

The songwriter was a gay man in his mid to late thirties. I was a gay man in my early to mid twenties. I was also a gay man in his black vinyl pants that left little to the imagination. I thought I had the gig in the bag the minute I walked through the door. Still, the songwriter asked me to sing his song. A mere formality, I was sure. He played it through once on the piano, while explaining that it was a theatrical number that had pop crossover potential in the vein of Sondheim, Gershwin, or Alice in Chains. I assured him that I understood what he wanted and we took it from the top.

When I finished singing the songwriter paused, looked me up and down, and then said, "I'm sorry, but I don't think you're right for this. But you know what you should do? You remind me of a male Sandra Bernhard. You could be her little brother. You should sing back-up for her."

Funny. That job never showed up on my 8th grade career assessment test.

"I'll get right on that. Thank you for your time," I said and left.