Holy shit! I am practically crying, the music gods are being so good to me. Just discovered a band which is killing my brain cells and making me enjoy it! They are called The Claudettes and are out of Chicago and I am in love! Lordy, I must have somehow done something really really good. If I could only figure out what it was…
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Frank Gutch Jr: Byron Isaacs: The Disappearing Man; Dumpster Diving (The Album Chronicles); and Notes of a Lugubrious Nature (Or Maybe It’s Luxurious… Damn it! Where’s My Dictionary?)
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags A Hawk and a Hacksaw, Alice Wallace, Birch Pereira & The Gin Joints, Brian Cullman, Bucketheadland, Byron Isaacs, carl anderson, Clara-Nova, Darrell Vickers, dave pyles, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Felsen, Fernando Perdomo, folk and acoustic music exchange, Frank Gutch Jr., Fruition, glenn patscha, Hector Castillo, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jeremy Enigk, Lost Leaders, Love Canon, Moon Palace, Mudcrutch, music, Nick Holmes, Ollabelle, Peter Cole, Phil Madeira, radio, Records, red dress, Sarah McQuaid, segarini, Steve Howe, Sweet Home Oregon, The Jim Mitchells, The Loons, The Naked Sun, The Real Shade, Tomorrow, Twink, Wobbler on February 6, 2018 by segarini Byron Isaacs is the kind of guy that makes you want to shout, Hey! I know that guy! I do, you know. Well, not know know him, but know him. Know his music. Know his professionalism and his makeup. Know his importance to the world of music. Sure, I only met him once, but that once was enough to tell me who he was and is. I mean, I know him. Get it?
I would have to explain the whole degrees of separation thing for you to understand how we met. What the hell. I’ll give you the Cliff’s Notes version.