For years I have been telling you that music isn’t just music. Some of you understand, mostly musicians who spend a lot of energy and time helping out those in need. Others shrug it off because they know either that there is no good music anymore so what good would it do, or that musicians are either children avoiding growing up or are millionaires waiting for the train. Don’t tell that to the people at Sweet Relief or Musicares or any of the other charity organizations out there. There is a lot of hard work being laid down by scores of musicians and music people, aware that good fortune can turn sour at the drop of a hat.
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Frank Gutch Jr: Generation Found; It Was a Long Walk Home (Thoughts Spurred By Separation From Viet Nam-Era Army); plus N-n-n-n-notes…
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Bridget Kearney, Brinsley Schwarz, Buck Curran, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., Generation Found, Indie Artists, Indie Music, James Gang, John Mayall, Keb’ Mo’, King Wilkie, Longhair Music Faucet, Malcolm Holcombe, Matt Butler, Mt. Wolf, music, music videos, Peter Green, Pi Jacobs, R. Stevie Moore, Records, Sarah White, Sheldon Gomberg, Steel Wheels, Susan Werner, Sweet Home Oregon, Sweet Relief, Taj Mahal, Ted Pitney, Teddy & The Roosevelts on March 28, 2017 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: I Have Seen the Future and It Wasn’t This…..
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Aby Wolf, Bridget Kearney, Cargoe, Chrystalship, DBAWIS, Delicate Steve, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., House of Records, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jim of Seattle, Kate Grom, licorice pizza, Malvina Reynolds, music, music videos, Nick Holmes, Peaches Records, Pete Seeger, Ratchell, Scratching the Records, segarini, Stephanie Lambring, Sweet Home Oregon, The Bankesters, The Lonely Wild, Tower Records, Wishbone Ash on January 31, 2017 by segariniNot the political future, which has turned out bad enough, but the music future which is floundering. I saw it going awry in 1992 when I left the retail record business as it morphed to a “music industry” I never recognized. I tried to make sense of it then, wondering why the decisions being made by not just major labels but by what then was becoming an entertainment conglomerate were so unerringly ridiculous. I need to watch the documentary on Tower Records, All Things Must Pass, in detail. I need to revisit the individual instances which brought down radio, records and everything else entertainment around our ears. I need to understand who was in power, if indeed anyone was, and who made the monumental mistakes which gave us the chaos we now have.