Basic Folk – Tom Wilson

By the mid-2010’s, Canadian rock legend Tom Wilson’s life was already pretty epic: he had perfected his blue collar roots rock sound in his bands Blackie and The Rodeo Kings and his seminal 90’s outfit Junkhouse. He was a home-grown rock and roller with humble Hamilton, Ontario roots. In addition to his musical output, he had overcome addiction, he was a father, grandfather and painter. However, his life completely changed when, by chance, he discovered he had been adopted and that he was actually of full blood Mohawk descent and not Irish like he was raised to believe. His birth-mother was actually a “cousin” of his, who had been forced into Canada’s cruel residential schools. The people he thought were his parents, had actually been his great aunt and uncle. At 53 years old, his world was about to get 100% more wild.

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Ever since then, Tom has been on a path to identity. He’s written a memoir, made a documentary, an album as his musical alter-ego Lee Harvey Osmond and his latest project, collaborating with fellow Canadian, the Cree-Métis musician iskwē | ᐃᐢᑫᐧᐤ. Tom’s new mission at this point in his life is to tell his story. “Our greatest job as storytellers is to open up the door to the next person and let them know they can tell their stories, too.”


Photo Credit: Heather Pollock

WATCH: Lee Harvey Osmond, ‘Blue Moon Drive’

Artist: Lee Harvey Osmond
Hometown: Hamilton, ON
Song: “Blue Moon Drive”
Album: Beautiful Scars
Release Date: March 25
Label: Latent Recording and distributed by Megaforce/RED

In Their Words: "We were stoned and staring down a 13-hour drive on the flattest road that runs through the longest fields. The West Coast would belong to us, if we could get there. We were foolish and fearless and we challenged the darkness that hung like the ghosts of horse thieves all around us. It was too late to stop now, and we could smell the salt in the air though our open windows. We were fearless , gold, tattered, and wind-battered … The soul of the country was right there in our headlights and all 3.8 million square miles of it belonged to us … We were feeling alive, roaming with the buffalo, and running with the wildest beasts … We would never go home again … We had found our home out there on the blue moon drive… And every stranger has a home out there." — Lee Harvey Osmond


Photo credit: Jen Squires