I met Danny Schmidt at The Sisters Folk Festival nine years ago. He had invited me to attend, though I am sure he forgot it right away. I know I surprised him. My first words to him as he passed by to play a set in a tented area were “The Longhorns suck” which brought the Look of Death for Danny was and is a fervent Texas Longhorn fan, him having grown up in Austin and all. I realized my mistake right off. He had no idea who I was, having never seen me before. And it wasn’t his best day.
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Roxanne Tellier – Brain Scatterlings
Posted in Opinion with tags Ace, Aimee Mann., Annette Shaffer, Apple Records, BBC, Ben Walker, Black Swan, Bob Segarini, Bruce Bickford, Buzzfeed, Chops Sawyer, coachella, DBAWIS, Delhi, Dokken, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Duran Duran, Facebook, Frank Zappa, Grammy Awards, Harry Nilsson, Headly Westerfield, Hirut, India, India's Got Talent, Juluku, Mary Hopkin, Mike and the Mechanics, mondegreens, Nicola Vaughan, Pat Blythe, Paul Carrack, Paul McCartney, Ricky Syers, Rock n Roll Hall of Fame, Roxanne Tellier, Rush, Skeleton Dance Crew, Squeeze, The Amazing Mr. Bickford, Three Dog Night, Toronto, Tranzac Club on April 12, 2015 by segariniIt’s been one of those weeks. It started out promisingly, with great plans for every day of the week. I was sure that by today, I’d have a clean house, an empty inbox, and even maybe lose ten pounds.
Frank Gutch Jr: We Are the World Done Local, Mining 45s, and Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Aimee Mann., April Wine, Band Aid, Bryce Larsen, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., Gruppo Sportivo, Indie Music, Loss Leaders, Myspace, Now Wave Sampler, Records, Research Turtles, Rockin Foo, stealing jane, The Minnows, The Soundcarriers, Tom Dyer, USA for Africa on September 26, 2012 by segariniQuick! Without searching, answer a few questions. Who recorded We Are the World? Who benefited? Who wrote it? Was there a B-side? Were there other projects similar? Does anyone care? Did anyone care?
For those born after the fact, it may surprise you to know that plenty cared. Over 20 million people worldwide bought the record. I mean, Michael Jackson and Lionel Ritchie, the writers of the song, were huge at the time. So were producers Quincy Jones and Michael Omartian, though Jones significantly more than Omartian.