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JAIMIE VERNON – MY LIFE AS A FANZINE MOGUL (Part 1)

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 28, 2013 by segarini

Vernon_Penny_LaneFor those barely following along at home on a weekly basis I thought it most imperative that you should know I was a founding member of the band Moving Targetz (1983 – 1991) which released several albums on our own vanity label Bullseye Records. The earlysuccess of the label was directly proportional to the amount of promo we did as a band. From August 1989 to June 1991 we issued a monthly newsletter to fans called M.T. Head (Ex)Press [20 years before Social Media]. This thrice-Shrapnel_FINALfolded, double-sided photocopied promo tool – printed surreptitiously in the administrative offices of my government day job – was eventually absorbed into a subsection of my full-length fanzine ‘Great White Noise’ in August 1990. Here is what I consider to be the editorial highlights of that modest little experiment in marketing during that first year.

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JAIMIE VERNON – Life’s A Canadian Rock: Book 2 (cont’d)

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2013 by segarini

1985_Brankos4Read Chapter One here 

CHAPTER 2 – The Wonderful World of Moving Targetz
After struggling for two entire years to get the band Moving Targetz up and running full-time, myself (lead guitar) and Simon Bedford-James (bass) had finally found a permanent rhythm guitarist in Saverio Schembri and drummer Dave Tedd in the Fall of 1984.

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JAIMIE VERNON – RADIO KILLED THE VIDEO STAR

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 10, 2012 by segarini

I know it’s out of fashion and a trifle uncool but the 1980s are back. Not only was I not notified in advance, but no one asked my permission; After all, I am the Ambassador of Alphabet Town…the White Wedding Crasher…the Duke of Stratosphear. Its return was subtle and subversive but it was inevitable.

There was a window of about five years at the end of the 1990s/early 2000s where the 1970s returned in full force – Classic Rock became the clarion call of adults whose kids were old enough to wipe their own asses/noses and allowed disenfranchised parents of 1980s children to finally leave the nest, hit a night club and get their Frampton on.

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