It’s not always easy being Gerry Boyle. I don’t mean the writing part. I mean the part where you’re asked to make or break somebody’s career. But I’m not the only Gerry Boyle who has to make the hard decisions.
Another Gerry Boyle is the brother of Susan Boyle, the Scottish woman who wowed the world on “Britain’s Got Talent.” Susan is a not-so-frumpy-anymore YouTube phenom, blessed with a beautiful voice that somehow got lost in the church choir the last twenty years. Gerry is her spokesman and recently started his own record label, Instant Music. He’s looking for talent and some of that talent is finding me.
Yesterday it was Stevie from Edinburgh. Stevie is front man for a rock band. He wrote me a nice note, telling me about his group:
We have been together for a couple of years now and are trying relentlessly to raise the cash to record our own tracks. Also we are currently developing our website and trying to set up our own events.
Our music is strong, melodic and well written. Mostly guitar based and can be classed as Rock.
We have more than enough material to start work on a debut and follow up album.
Anyone who has seen us live could not deny our Style, charisma and on stage energy.
We involve the audience and have amazing chemistry together.
I have attached a couple of demo track. have a listen and see what you think. If we get the chance to play for you live you would not be dissapointed.
I listened to the tracks. Ripping guitar. Strong vocals. I’m no Gerry Boyle (I mean the other one), but it sounded like proper rock ‘n roll to me. And in the picture, the lads certainly did seem to have Style.
I wished I could do something for Stevie and his mates. Alas, all I could do was wish them luck and send them back to Google. I hope they find the right Gerry. Not the writer. Not the Gaelic footballer. Or the motocross rider. Or the Irish economist. Speaking for the group, we wish Stevie well. And if they ever want to buy a crime novel set in America …
In PORT CITY SHAKEDOWN, the first Brandon Blake novel, Brandon gets a full dose of bad guys. A brawl in a funeral home introduces him to Joel Fuller, a sociopathic hustler. Fuller is fresh out of jail and determined to take Brandon out—after Fuller and his sidekick Kelvin shake him down.
Rocky isn’t a tough guy. He’s a skinny little kid with crooked glasses, and he shouldn’t be homeless in Portland, Maine. When McMorrow and Roxanne pluck him from under the stomping feet of a gang of street kids, Rocky latches onto McMorrow–and drags him into a world of murder, both old and new. Why is McMorrow protecting Rocky? The cops want to know. Why is Rocky on the run? McMorrow wants to know. Why does death follow in Rocky’s wake? Jack and Roxanne need to find out before they’re added to the list. 
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