On July twentieth, 1967 the world changed forever. Kevin Charles Stock entered the world with nothing more than a black wardrobe and a bad attitude. Kevin's first experience with music came from mama, who sang "Bye oh bye oh baby bye..." to her blonde-haired little man. Then Farmer John gave six-year-old Stock a job picking beans in the field near the cottage. Poor Kevin was so lonely and bored sweating in the field all day! Mama Stock suggested he sing to the birds, the air, and the soil. It wasn't long until the farmer's wife told mama how much little Kevy enjoyed his slave labour. "I hear him singing his heart out all day long!", she would enthuse. If she only knew.

Kevin spent the next few years sleeping in class, pondering the meaning of life, and noticing that most adults are heartless and lumpy-looking. Stock's world changed forever in grade seven when rock and roll entered his bloodstream. Jim Morrison and Pete Townshend taught Stock that he was not the only person perpetually bored out of his skull. Could music really provide liberation from the cruel mundane life of school? You bet it could! And it did. Kevy-Baby would sit in his room mezmerized for days just tuning a guitar that he couldn't play... ahhh, sweet vibrations! Now that he had music, Stock broke up with his girlfriend to avoid redundancy. The rest is history in the making. Kevin still can't play the guitar the way he'd like to and still thinks most adults are cruel and lumpy. He could be wrong about the first part.

Toronto-based singer/songwriter Kevin Stock is grabbing the attention of local club-goers with the alarming clarity and strength of his vocals. With skillfully crafted originals and armed with an arsenal of fully-mastered rock and roll standards from Dylan to Pearl Jam to Jeff Buckley, Stock has been charming audiences and reeling them in.

A born entertainer, Kevin sang lead in a number of rock bands and stole the stage in musical productions throughout high school. His adolescent interest in music quickly became a lifelong devotion to its craft. Stock has the uncanny ability to draw you into whatever he’s presenting, whether he’s turning on his dimpled smile for his more playful acoustic tunes such as “Bright Eyes,” or rocking out with an electric guitar and exploring edgier themes of personal struggle in songs like “Not Me.”

Performing as a solo act, or playing as he often does with other musicians, Stock has a regular house-gig at Loon’s and at Kiwi Kick in Toronto, and has played such international venues as the Free Times Café, the Continental, C’est What, the Knitting Factory, and Madison Square Garden.

Kevin Stock is an enigma wrapped in a riddle surrounded by bacon. As a schoolboy, Kevin would often fall asleep during class, drooling on his desk, dreaming of a world without adults. A recurring thought was "Am I the only one here who has no idea what’s going on?"

Today it is much the same for Kevin. Those who know him find him to be a somewhat confused, often infuriating, perpetually sleepy, and occasionally lovable presence. At times he is generous, then he is impossibly self-absorbed (i.e. hard hair on a windy day).

When Kevin was 16, he discovered the guitar. He began to lift riffs he heard from The Doors, Yes, and U2, until one day his mother screamed, "Don't you know one song all the way through?!!"

Kevin, wanting desperately to please his mama, learned "House of the Rising Sun" and was pleased by the unexpected feeling of accomplishment it generated. Kevin’s mama said she liked the song but said, "You gotta learn more happy songs, like Elvis… what an entertainer!"

Kevin said "no." He immediately learned 300 or so "good” songs, and is known today as the human jukebox, full of songs nobody has ever heard. One day, Kevin met Laura, who screamed "Do you have anything by written by you, or are you just a pathetic mimic?" This made Kevin feel sad, so he wrote a few songs like "It’s You", "Forever", and the peppy "Pull Down the Shades."

This is where we join Kevin today. In a pathetic attempt to avoid the scorn of others, Kevin has written more original songs, mostly along the themes of indifference, apathy and mind control. Kevin’s mother would still like to hear more "Elvisy" songs.