The stars have finally aligned, sports fans! You can delete my queries about Carrie Biell because I have found her after a ten year search. I should say that my buddy at KEXP radio, Tom Smith, found her. Well, maybe a friend of Tom’s. Or a friend of Tom’s friend. Ach! It doesn’t matter. The important thing that she is found. The other important thing is that she is writing again and has already jumped back into the deep end of the musical pool.
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Frank Gutch Jr: In Anticipation of Moon Palace; The Space Opera Trilogy; and Notes and Nothing But the Notes…..
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Alialujah Choir, Brandy Zdan, Brett Wilson, Child, David Bullock, DBAWIS, Debacle Records, Devon Sproule, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Elkhorn, Fort Worth, Frank Gutch Jr., Indie Artists, Indie Music, Music Radio, music videos, No Vacation, Phil White, radio, Records, Safe at Home, Scott Fraser, segarini, Space Opera, Susanna Rose, Sweet Home Oregon, The Widowmakers, Tim Browning, Zombie vs. Shark on March 22, 2017 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: If Music Is Dead, You Bastards Killed It! The Life— A Seattle Legend in My Own Mind… (plus notes)
Posted in Opinion with tags Amelia Jay, Bright Giant, Carleigh Nesbit, Child, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eric Lichter, Frank Gutch Jr., glass harp, Green Monkey Records, Gypsy, Indie Artists, Indie Music, jeanette beswick, Jerry Garcia, Jimm McIver, Mick Flynn, mitch dalton, music, Music Radio, music videos, radio, Ralph J. Gleason, Records, Research Turtles, Rival Sons, segarini, susan james, The Life, Tony Bortko on March 17, 2015 by segariniThat’s right. You! You, the Incipian Heed, the Flaccid Peni, the Ego Centered! You, the ones who are always talking about how much they know about music and fart facts in concentric circles. You, who complain that there is no good music anymore while listening incessantly to the decades-old— music which by all rights should have been put to bed long ago but instead is held high by listeners who stopped listening as examples of what music used to be. Well, you can kiss my Rival Sons-loving ass! All of you who don’t know that band, pucker up.