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JAIMIE VERNON – MY FAVOURITE YEAR: 1977
Posted in Opinion with tags Alan o’Day, Bay of Fundy, Bob Segarini, Boy scouts, Cabot Trail, Canada, Canadian Music, David Soul, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, East Coast, Grade 8, graduation, Halifax, hardball, hat trick, Hockey, Jaimie Vernon, jamboree, Junior High School, Leo Sayer, Magnetic Hill, Montreal, pre-teen, Prince Edward Island, reversing tide, Scarborough, slow dancing, softball, teenage lust, traveling, Valedictorian on June 21, 2014 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: They Will Never Pass This Way Again— Musicians We Lost in 2013, Part One; Plus Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Alan Meyers, Alan o’Day, Amy & Derrick Ross, Amy Helm, Big Bopper, Bobby Rogers, Buddy Holly, Cowboy Copas, DBAWIS, Deanna Durbin, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eric Kitteringham, Faye Hunter, Frank Wess, gary minkler, Hank Williams, Hawkshaw Hawkins, Indie Artists, Indie Music, J.J. Cale, J.W. Hodgkinson, Jackie Lomax, Jewel Akens, Jim Hall, Jimmy O'Neill, john orsi, Jon Gomm, Kirsti Gholson, Larry Verne, Mac Curtis, Magic Slim, Marshall Lytle, Mindy McCready, Musicians, Noel Harrison, Ohio Express, Ohio Players, Patsy Cline, Patti Page, Piano 'C' Red, Ray Dolby, Ray Manzarek, rebecca pidgeon, Records, Rick Huxley, Ricthie Valens, Robert Zildjian, Storm Thorgerson, Tandyn Almer, The Cookies, The Fendermen, The Five Stairsteps, The Lettermen, The Spinners, Tompall Glaser, Tony Sheridan, Van Cliburn, Vincent Montana Jr. on January 16, 2014 by segarini
The first time I think I even thought about death was when Hank Williams died back in 1952. New Year’s Eve it was, but I only remember the headlines. I was five years old and Hank was a regular part of my day. Dad, the curator of the famous Gutch record collection, had only a few records at that time and Never Again (Will I Knock On Your Door) was one of them. I loved that song so much that I begged and begged Dad to play it every time he headed toward the record player and, usually, he obliged. I remember Dad humming along in a grunting kind of way, almost as if the music was going to bust out of him at any moment, but it seldom did. Dad was a lot like myself in that when the music was playing, singing along seemed a lack of respect.
Doug Thompson: CONFESSIONS OF A PROFESSIONAL ROCK AND ROLL INTERVIEWER – THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THEMES
Posted in Opinion with tags Adam Clayton, Al Caiola, Alan o’Day, Andy Griffith, Annette Funicello, Barenaked Ladies, Barry DeVorzen, Carroll O’Connor, Charles Fox, Cheryl Holdridge, Christopher Cross, Chuck Lorre, Cyndi Grecco, Darlene Gillespie, DBAWIS, Dick Clark, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Donna Summer, Doug Thompson, Duane Eddy, Earl Scruggs, Freddy Cannon, Gary Portnoy, Henry Mancini, Jay Livingston, Jean Stapleton, Jiminy Cricket, Jimmie Dodd, Joey Scarbury, John Sebastian, Jonathan Wolff, Lala Schrifrin, Lance Reventlow, Larry Mullen, Lawrence Welk, Lester Flatt, Mason Williams, Michael Omartian, Mickey Mouse Club, Mike Post, Morton Stevens, Nadia Comaneci, Neil Hefti, Norman Gimbel, P.F. Sloan, Pratt & McClain, Ray Evans, Records, Rhythm heritage, Richard Chamberlain, Rod Serling, Roy Williams, Steve Barri, Steve Carlisle, Television, The Grass Roots, The Marketts, The Monkees, The Rembrandt’s, The Ventures, THP Orchestra, TV Guide, U2, Van Halen, Waylon Jennings on May 6, 2013 by segarini
I was saddened by the death of Annette Funicello back in March. Unlike most of the male members of my age, I did NOT have a crush on Annette. That honour usually fell to toothy grinned Mousekateer Cheryl Holdridge (who in 1964, became a real-life Countess when she married Woolworth heir Lance Reventlow – his father was a Danish nobleman). Sometimes friendly Darlene Gillespie became my Mousekateer crush of the day or week, depending on my mood and my hormones. Turns out, Darlene was born in Montreal and her parents were originally from Saskatchewan, but I didn’t know any of that watching our little black and white TV set then.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 