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Frank Gutch Jr: Between Assignments? A Look at a Few Bands Which Weren’t, Really… Or Were They? Plus Them Nefarious Notes

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags 100 Year Flood, Anna Fermin, Baby Woodrose, Bobby Messano, Bridey Murphy, Bruce Hazen, Burkney Jack, Butch Trucks, Cindy Lee Berryhill, Danny Barnes, David Brown, David Surkamp, DBAWIS, Dion, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Duane Allman, Elton Duck., Frogville Records, Gary Duncan, gary heffern, Gregg Allman, Hi-Fi, Ian Matthews, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jealous Butcher Records, Jeff Finlin, Jill Stevenson, Jim Basnight, Keb’ Mo’, kelly flint, Kris Angelis, music, music videos, No Depression, No Small Children, Norton Records, Peter Blecha, Phil Moore, Quicksilver Messenger Service, radio, Raelyn Nelson, Ray Brandes, Records, San Diego, Scott Boyer, segarini, Skyboys, Sweet Home Oregon, ThaMuseMent, The 31st of February, The Geraldine Fibbers, The Sidewalk Scene, Thomas Wynn & The Believers, Trigger Gospel, Unholy Dreams, Walter Spencer on May 16, 2017 by segarini

I was looking through the Book of Face pages the other day and ran across a post about The Sidewalk Scene. I remember them, friend Ray Brandes having been a frontman for them how long ago? Two years so? Three years? The post linked to a page which showcased four studio-produced tracks, all jangly and sixties-oriented. Music, in fact, that I remember fondly.

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Frank Gutch Jr: Fun With 45s (Into the Depths of Hell), Jess Pillmore Breaks Her Silence, and Notes…..

Posted in Opinion with tags Ace, Aces Straights & Shuffles, April Wine, Bridey Murphy, Cargoe, Crushed Out, Daddy Cool, Dan Phelps, DBAWIS, Dewey Terry, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eric Lichter, Five Man Electrical Band, Flash Cadillac, Frank Gutch Jr., Free Beer, Green Pajamas, Horslips, Indie Artists, Indie Music, jess Pillmore, Jessy Greene, Joel Brown., Ken Stringfellow, Little Roger & The Goosebumps, Marmalade, Mean Creek, Michael Dinner, music, Paul Carrack, Poor Young Things, Ray Brandes, Records, Rubettes, Sweet Pain, Tell-Tale Hearts, The Detergents, The Record Company, Tom Dyer, Xenat-Ra on November 7, 2012 by segarini

That’s what one of my old girlfriends used to call hanging out at my place. The Depths of Hell. Of course, as far as I could tell, anyplace which did not exclusively play everything Los Angeles was hell to her. Linda Ronstadt. The Eagles. Joni Mitchell. Jackson Browne. Gawd, but I always thought if there was a hell on Earth, it was Los Angeles. Soft Rock hell. Bland hell. Mediocre hell. Just plain hell.