Nothing says Christmas like a curmudgeon and nobody is more of one than Jaimie Vernon which makes me wish I knew some of the stories behind his long career in music and, also, in life. Regaling you with tales of chicken wire and whoopee cushions would make this a lot easier to write— nothing like fart jokes to liven up your reading— but it is Christmas season and I must put aside the slings and arrows, as humorous as they might be.
I don’t know if it’s music or it is just the way things are and I just miss it all the time, but there is a tsunami of music headed our way and I can’t keep up. As many videos and songs and albums as I can find, there are mountains awaiting to be discovered on what seems a daily basis. I don’t know what to do. I’m drowning and I’m on the freaking shore. So set yourself. We are going on a little ride which might be a long one because I am going to pack as much as I can into one column if for no other reason than to ease my conscience. That’s right. It bothers me when so many musicians cannot even scratch the surface— the good ones anyway.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 