Roxanne Tellier – Straight Outta Facebook Jail

I’m happy to report that the rumours of my death were greatly exaggerated.  I’ve only been dead to the social media world for the last 30 days. 

The Segarini Interview

I don’t know if you remember me, but I used to write a column or two here back before Corona went from Beer to Pandemic, and I wasn’t nipple deep in depression and writer’s block.

It occurred to me that maybe I should stick my head out of my burrow and let you know I’m okay, but still not ready to write about my favourite subjects like Gardening, Farm Tools of History, The Humour of Carrot Top and Naked Twister. Not to mention my recent discovery of a television host who may be more annoying, desperate for your love, and as shrill as the ongoing King of Late Night Fake Laughs and Maudlin Fawning, Jimmy “Don’t Call Me Jimi” Fallon.

Anyhoo, to remind you of who I are and why I is, here’s a re-run of an interview done with the Fabulous Bill King, a treasured friend and as talented a man as you are likely to ever meet. Not only will it re-introduce me to you, but will allow me to also reassure you that given enough time, Mitch McConnell will eventually die.

Bill Does Bob – The Annotated Segarini Interview

Bill King is a Legend around these parts. A man of NBA qualifying height who is himself, a top of the key 3-pointer whose skills range from Band Assemblage, to Composing and Arranging, to Husbanding a bright, wine-loving, tolerant woman of limitless good humour and Sire to an equally talented and skilled Son, to Step-Fathering a plethora of tiny fur-covered Yappables, to Author, Photographer, and Archivist of Soul and Groove, Nature and Architecture, Enabler of Song Singers well known and not, Producer of fine Musical Moments both onstage and in studio, and a Master of the 88 Keys of Life, on which every piece of music in the Known Universe can be accessed or added to if one is in possession of the skill it takes to coach the notes out of the Ivories and into the Ether.

That’s Bill in a nutshell …and my longest Run-In-Sentence ever ….

Roxanne Tellier – Pick a Future…Any Future

When I say that I am a voracious reader, I’m not exaggerating. In any given week I will get through about seven books, a slew of daily newspapers, and a bunch of junky magazines I drag home from the supermarket because I feel too guilty to just read them while standing in line to pay for my groceries.

Segarini: The Sound of Breaking Hearts Redux

Cam is still swamped with his work (and passion) for this year’s Indie Week, so I thought I would search the DBAWIS Archives to see what we were doing during this week in past years.

This column originally appeared on October 12th, 2013. Like 2016, a lot of great musicians and friends alike took their leave of this life, unexpectedly and far too soon, and left many of us to remember them with fondness and see to it that they are not forgotten. This article is reprinted here as a reminder to do everything you can to remember those who go forth before us, and to value the friendships you are currently blessed with….  

 

Segarini: The Sound of Breaking Hearts

I am one of those people who tends to think we are here for a reason. I do not know why I believe that, but believe it, I do.

When I was a kid, (and being raised Roman Catholic) everything used to make a lot more sense than it does today. Now, very little makes sense to me. I find more and more people have turned to atheism, whose practitioners , (like those of the Jewish faith), believe that when we venture forth to the wrong side of the lawn, that is the end of the “Long, Strange, Trip.”  The only difference is that the Jewish faith includes God, while the Atheists just hold to the belief that life is a fluke of chemistry and random happenstance, and that when your ticket gets punched you are shuttled off this Mortal Coil and dumped on the side of the road and taken off the ‘Active’ list without so much as a handshake and a gold watch.

Really?

Poop…

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