Lighthouse was gradually becoming a North American force to be reckoned with. They were making in-roads on tour on both sides of the border having performed a city-wide tour with the Winnipeg Ballet, played at Carnegie Hall in New York, The Isle of Wight Festival with Jimi Hendrix, the Atlantic City Pop Music Festival, and Expo 70 in Japan. In a short 18 months, Lighthouse had released three studio albums for RCA Records. They were a live sensation, but they weren’t selling a lot of albums. Something needed to change.
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SUNNY DAYS: THE SKIP PROKOP STORY (PART 10) by Jaimie Vernon
Posted in Interview, music, Opinion, Serialized Book with tags Bob McBride, Bruce Bell, Carnegie Hall, Columbia Recording Studio, Ed LaBuick, Evolution Records, Expo 70, Grant Fullterton, GRT Records, Hats Off To The Stranger, Isle of Wight, Jimmy Ienner, Keith Jollimore, Lighthouse, Mud Flat, One Fine Morning, Pinky Dauvin, RCA Records, Ross Reynolds, Skip Prokop, Sunny Days, Vinnie Fusco on June 1, 2020 by segariniRoxanne Tellier – Grant Fullerton … King of the Road
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Alec Fraser, Betty Richardson, Bob Segarini, Bobcast, Brad MacDonald, Canada, Carnegie Hall, Chicago, cream, Danny Marks, DBAWIS, Dee Long, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Dough Pypher, Fillmore East and West, Fullerton Dam, Fullerton's, Gail Berry, Grant Fullerton, Halifax, in Tyme, John Dickie, Klaatu, Led Zeppelin, Lighthouse, Michael Fonfara, Mike McKenna, Miles Davis, Monterey and Newport Jazz Festivals, Mudflat and Friends, Nova Scotia, Omar Tunnoch, Paul Hoffert, PentiGlan, PinkyDauvin, Quinns, Rich Washbrook, Rick Morrison, Rockpile, Roxanne Tellier, Saga, Santana, Skip Prokop, Steve Kennedy, Steve Negus, Stouffville, Terry Draper, the Atlantic City Pop Festival, The Band, the Boston, The Doors, The Madcats, The Who, Toronto City Hall, Untouchables, Yorkville on May 29, 2016 by segariniIn 1967, the Song of the Year was “Canada” by The Young Canada Singers. I was a geeky, gawky Montreal teen with cats eye glasses and a bad perm. My season’s pass to Expo 67 made me feel like a citizen of the world.
But in Toronto, another kind of world was coming together; one of young, talented musicians who’d flocked to Yorkville to find fame, if not fortune.
Grant Fullerton was one of them.