But before we get started, it’s time once again to plug one of my favorite bands of all-time— those crazy elementary school teachers who change into demonic rockers at night: No Small Children. Coming off of a successful run playing the title tune from the movie Ghostbusters II, they pluck another rocker out of the air and it’s a beaut! Lay back (if you can) and listen to what the percentage of us not tied to our iThings are hearing. I Feel Better!!!
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Frank Gutch Jr: T Bone. Got it? He’s from T exas… Glenn Patscha To Release Ten Year Old Album Because It’s a Killer!…plus NotesPosted in Opinion, Review with tags All Fires the Fire, Alpha Band, Anna Cordell, Bob Dylan, Brian Cullman, Chet Flippo, Clive Davis, David Bullock, DBAWIS, Death Hoax, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Donovan Woods, Frank Gutch Jr., Gilmore Girls, glenn patscha, Guy Clark, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Lloyd Sachs, music videos, No Small Children, Obscura Hail, Ollabelle, Phil White, Radney Foster, Records, Rollin' Thunder Revue, Scott Fraser, segarini, Songs from the Jefferson Highway, Space Opera, Sweet Home Oregon, Sycamore Creek, T-Bone Burnett, Tamara Saviano, the curtis mayflower, Whistler Chaucer Detroit & Greenhill on February 14, 2017 by segarini
It was touch and go in the early part of 2016 for Classic Rock. Half the people that have ever made music in my lifetime died in the first 6 months. That’s an exaggeration, of course, but it looked like it was going to be up to The Rolling Stones to save the planet. Well, since the release of The Beatles documentary “Eight Days A Week” the geezers are rallying.
Ach and oy vey! This house move is cramping my style, big time. Haven’t been able to get out to a lot of events, because time’s a ticking, and there’s only so many hours in a day. I’d like to say I’ve become more selective in my outing choices. But the truth is, moving and packing is a bitch. There just isn’t any time to gallivant around.
But let me tell you about two recent events I did manage to squeeze in. Both were wonders in their own ways.
Yessir, that last tour was sure a sumbitch, wasn’t it? “Winter Dance Party” my lone starred ass! More like a near month hauling all across those snow-crusted heartlands in the back of a school bus, sleeping with our guitars and our bottles of Jack and our rolling crap games. And precious little else, believe you me! But I suppose if they’d paid us what they were supposed to, we may have started flying between gigs instead …and that might’ve been even worse.
GARY PIG GOLD ON BOB DYLAN, A YONGE STREET BAR BAND, AND THE DEATH, 50 YEARS AGO THIS MONTH, OF ROCK AND ROLLPosted in Opinion, Review with tags 1966, Bob Dylan, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Dylan Live, Gary Pig Gold, Mnchester Free Trade Hall, music, radio, Records, Rock, Rock and Roll, segarini, The Band, The Hawks, The Pig Paper, Toronto on May 9, 2016 by segarini
As most pretty-pointedly shown throughout Martin Scorsese’s remarkable No Direction Home, the ’66-model Bob Dylan was an American idol at the indisputable peak of his powers as the [insert your own convenient pigeonhole here] Poet/Laureate of a Generation, Crown Prince of the (Thinking Man’s) Hit Parade, or – my personal favorite – Snot-headed, Venom-spewing Anti-Rockstar of All Time.
Jesse Winchester, a performer, singer, song writer, a gentle man who influenced many….a man who’s music touched many and a man who is greatly missed. “Jesse Winchester was so talented a singer and songwriter that Bob Dylan said of him, “You can’t talk about the best songwriters and not include him.” His songs, overflowing with images and emotions from his own life, were recorded by singers such as Bonnie Raitt, Elvis Costello, Joan Baez, Jimmy Buffett, James Taylor and Emmylou Harris.”
Bruce Springsteen’s refusal to play North Carolina because of new, drastic LGBT laws might have shocked some people, but it didn’t surprise me at all.