This is not my Wet Hot American Summer. I’m not cavorting on beaches, fending off amorous, slightly intoxicated hotties while sprinting across hot sand in an improbable bikini, and then gathering around a romantic campfire eating s’mores while some talented and ‘mature’ looking fellow strums a guitar for a singalong.
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Roxanne Tellier – Summers of Songs
Posted in Opinion with tags A&W. CFOX, Annette Funicello, Beach Blanket Bingo, Beach Boys, Belmont Park, Billy Stewart, Bob Segarini, Canada, Centreville, Charles P. Rodney Chandler, Chicago, CHOM FM, cowsills, Crescent Street, Dairy Queen, David Lee Roth, DBAWIS, Dean Hagopian, Doug Pringle, Echo Beach, Edgefest3, Expos, Hanlan’s Point, Jarry Park, Jesse Winchester, Katy Perry, Kongos, Loving Spoonful, Maple Leaf, Marc Bolan, Martha and the Vandellas, Montreal, Mother Mother, Munich Olympics, Nelly, Olympic Village, Orange Julep, Roger Scott, Roxanne Tellier, Sand Dunes, Scott Helman, Seals and Croft, summer, The Bangles Martha Davis, The Go Gos, The Kinks, The Motels, The Tragically Hip, The Who, Watergate Scandal, Wet Hot American Summer.s’mores, Wild Mouse. Summer Blonde on August 2, 2015 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: Music On Film— Documentaries For The Music Fanatic, Plus Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Big Star, cowsills, DBAWIS, devo, dirtmusic, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., gary heffern, grande ballroom, immediate records, Indie Artists, Indie Music, it's everything and then it's gone, Jaimie Vernon, jim colegrove, mc5, Mike Marino, Movies, No Small Children, nothing can hurt us, Paige Anderson, pere ubu, Peter Blecha, Records, robbie basho, rubber city rebels, Teen A-Go-Go, the bizarros, The Cellar, the fearless kin, tin huey, we didn't get famous, yonge street on May 14, 2013 by segariniBefore I dive into this, I have to take a moment to point you towards one of the best “up” songs I have heard in some time: No Small Children‘s Might Get Up Slow. If radio had the impact that it did even 20 years ago, this would be blasting out of stereo and car speakers everywhere. iThings too, if they had them (my brain is so numb, I couldn’t come close to a year those damn things took over
our lives— I can hardly remember a kid without one). The more I hear these ladies, the more I want to hear more. Turn it up! Like they said in the old days— Recorded loud to be played LOUD! Listen to this!!!
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