Tim Robertson

Tim Robertson

Tim is an eclectic composer, guitarist, singer, performer, teacher, arranger, orchestrator, etc. He had an acute interest in music going as far back as he can remember. It often brought him to tears(poor little fella’). Tim remembers being afraid that he would never hear the song he had just heard on the radio ever again. He made up his first song on the piano at the age of 6(or 7). He still remembers this piece…its not very good. Though a decent piano player, and also quite adept at the clarinet, Tim decided to discontinue study in either. He still regrets those transgressions. Tim decided to look at the electric guitar in his room for the majority of high school. His parents paid for lessons, but they didn’t pay anyone to tell Tim that he would actually have to WORK at it to be good. Tim was good enough to say that he played guitar, therefore giving him license amongst his peers to declare who was “good”, and who “sucked”. Tim had this declaration problem for the next 8-10 years. Though officially rehabilitated in 1999, he still has occasional outbursts of “suckness declaration” which we will chalk up to immaturity. Tim joined a band called “Fractal Vision” during his junior year of high school. It was not a good band. They played 4 songs. The only three he can remember were “The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys”, “Tales Of Brave Ulysses”, and “Peace Frog”. There is a guitar solo in “Peace Frog”. Its fairly famous. At the big gig(Spring Fling), he would play this solo for the people. His Dad was there taping it(thanks, Dad…seriousely). Before the big moment, he had never once succesfully played anything even close to “it”. Tim couldn’t improvise because he couldn’t play. Soooo…it was among the most pathetic and embarrassing things he has ever been involved with. Tim ran to the bathroom afterwards, looked into the mirror and told himself,” I’m either going to learn to play, or I’m going to quit…no more bullshit.” It was a huge moment. He could feel it. Then he walked outside and everyone told him what a great job he had done. The rest is history…