I know, I know. I was the one screaming the loudest and the longest about local news hyping first the Microsoft system upgrades and the the latest iThing of the moment, but this ain’t no news program and I am promoting this for a reason. I try to get you guys interested in music, which isn’t always easy, and the I have to listen to the “there ain’t no good music anymore” and “it’s all been done before” excuses. Well, here we are, then. I have some music for you which not only precludes the music that was good before good became bad, but it’s on sale. That’s right. Until October 2nd, Real Gone Music is pumping some of my favorite music, this time not of the day but of the past. Sale items are CDs, folks. Whether you like them or not.
Ach and oy vey! This house move is cramping my style, big time. Haven’t been able to get out to a lot of events, because time’s a ticking, and there’s only so many hours in a day. I’d like to say I’ve become more selective in my outing choices. But the truth is, moving and packing is a bitch. There just isn’t any time to gallivant around.
But let me tell you about two recent events I did manage to squeeze in. Both were wonders in their own ways.
It has indeed been a busy summer for everyone. 2016 has been a peculiar, curious and rather dramatic year. A year of extreme change, upheavals, death, excessive busyness, new connections, sheer stupidity, life transformations and adjustments — nothing has been minor. It’s all been “in our faces”, screaming and shouting at us, begging us to take notice, pleading with us to address whatever is coming at us. I think many will be glad to see the back end of 2016 and look forward with hope to 2017. No, this is not a ‘year-end’ column, just a bit of reflection on the summer that seemingly whizzed by and all that happened in just that short timeframe.
Frank Gutch Jr: Amy van Keeken Releases All The Time EP; Jack Meussdorffer Talks Sand, Quarterflash and More; and, Of Course, Them Pesky Damn Notes (There Will Be a Quiz)…Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Afro Celt Sound System, Andy Williams, Attilio, Barnaby Records, Burns &Kristy, Claire Lynch, Crushed Out, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Elephant Stone, Elton John, Frank Gutch Jr., Geffen Records, Head In the Sand, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jack Meussdorffer, Ken Mansfield, Marv Ross, Mien Street, music, music videos, Notary Sojac, Pilot, Quarterflash, Records, Rich Gooch, Rindy Ross, Rumer, Sand, segarini, Southern Culture On the Skids, Steve Riihikoski, Sweet Home Oregon, The Wandering Kind, Tom Mank, Vaneese Thomas on September 20, 2016 by segarini
There was probably a time when one release would not have meant as much to me as it does today. I worked in the record business for so many years I became jaded, the major labels releasing numerous albums each month and the independents trying to squeeze the few that they had through the stampede. I never really cared about the really big ones— it is a part of me I have had since I was very young, this aversion to the stars— and have learned only within the past ten to fifteen years to really appreciate the significance of the lesser-knowns. I get tired of all the pissing and moaning about how the “new” music biz has watered down the quality of music and allowed the less talented to record massive amounts of lesser works. As if they were lesser.
If you just want to listen to the music, click on the Audio Player at the bottom of this paragraph and go about your business. If you want to read about the songs while you listen to them, just keep reading. If you just want to read about them, don’t click on the Audio Player at the end of this paragraph and keep reading. I am nothing if not fair….
For boomers, aging is a bit like puberty; we don’t know what’s next, and we’re both eagerly anticipative and terrified of what’s to come. Often simultaneously.