The very first live gig I ever played was 40 years ago this month – September 19, 1980 – with a band called The Swindle (we’d switch drummers and become SWindleD a year later). We were a bunch of barely passable punk rockers from Scarborough who were too young to play clubs. What does one do when you’re underage and need to get your rock on?
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MUSIC IS DYING 2 – LIFE’S WHAT YOU MAKE IT by Jaimie Vernon
Posted in music, Opinion, Review with tags 1980s, B-level, Bob Segarini, Danny K, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, first gig, Great Depression, Harem Scarem, Haywire, Jaimie Vernon, Killer Dwarfs, live performer, lockdown, Moving Targetz, music, no compromise, Shakers, Spare Parts, Swindled, Syntha-Light Sound, The Swindle, Trooper on September 28, 2020 by segariniJAIMIE VERNON – Life’s A Canadian Rock: Book 2 (cont’d)
Posted in Opinion with tags 1980s, Bob Segarini, Branko's, Bullseye Records, Bunchofuckingoofs, Cabana Room, Canadian Music, Crazy Steve, DBAWIS, DMZ, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Fort Goof, Godzilla, Jaimie Vernon, Kensington Market, Moving Targetz, post-punk, Queen Street Circuit, Rick Winkle, Tales From the Crypt, Toronto, Vital Sines on May 25, 2013 by segariniRead 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.
JAIMIE VERNON – RADIO KILLED THE VIDEO STAR
Posted in Opinion with tags 1980s, Big Hair, BOOM Radio, David Marsden, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frankie Goes To Hollywood, Jaimie Vernon, MTV, Much Music, music, Music Radio, Platinum Blonde, radio, Records, Spandex, Spoons, Up Country on November 10, 2012 by segariniI 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.