Women. You can’t live with ’em and you can’t live without ’em, so the general attitude seems to be. These days, it’s a topic I would rather not broach, so many ready to take offense at the drop of a hat, but who can blame them? The United States, in my mind one of the most open cultures in the world (until the Orange Shitgibbon came along), never gave them their just due. We said we did, but saying and doing are so far apart anymore. Maybe always was. I was fortunate enough to have grown up in a family which was as close as you could probably get to democratic. Not in the early days, of course, but who would want to put a family at the mercy of a five- or eleven-year old? Still, us kids were included in most decisions— the ones which involved us kids, anyway.
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Frank Gutch Jr: A Spoon Full of Estrogen Helps the Music Go Down (Easier)— A Glance at The 81s with Luella, Elouise, and Goldie Wilson; Plus Notes…Posted in Opinion with tags Dala, Dam Miraldi, DBAWIS, Deep Water, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Elouise, Frank Gutch Jr., Goldie Wilson, Indie Artists, Indie Music, J.D. Malone, Jenna Fournier, Luella Mathes, music, music videos, nocona, radio, Records, Rose Bergdoll, segarini, Sheila Carabine, Sinking Creek, Sweet Home Oregon, The 81s, Tim Carroll, Tom Siering, Uzelli on March 14, 2017 by segarini
Frank Gutch Jr: ‘Til Death Do Us Part… A Nod To Musicians Who Left Us In 2015, But First…; Plus Notes!Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Brian Berg, Brian Cullman, Carleigh Nesbit, Cilla Black, Dala, David Bullock, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., George Romansic, Halie & The Moon, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jeff Ellis, Keith Morris & The Crooked Numbers, Lasko & Pun, Laurie Biagini, Maxine Dunn, Monster Atlantic, music, music videos, Norrish Reaction, radio, Records, Ron Asheton, segarini, Stu Nunnery, Sweet Relief, Tom Mank on January 12, 2016 by segarini
This is not my favorite column to write. In my youth, death was death, something which happened to everyone else. As a young man, I looked upon it as simply draining the talent pool because by then I was consumed with music— immersed in it to the point that life beyond it was a blur. In middle-age, it began becoming personal— friends and favorites taking the dive either stunningly quick or in dire circumstances.
Frank Gutch Jr: Three Noteworthy Reissue Labels Mining the Gold… and Silver… and Copper… and Tin… plus NotesPosted in Opinion with tags Bob Irwin, Dala, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Filligar, Frank Gutch Jr., Gabby Catellana, Gordon Anderson, Hallmark Channel, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Joan Pimentel, Joelle May, John Hicks, michael fennelly, Millar Jukes & The Bandits, music, Music Radio, music videos, nocona, Now Sounds, Raised By Eagles, real gone music, Records, Reissue Labels, segarini, Skye Wallace, Steve Stanley, Sundazed, Tommy Talton, vinyl, Wayne Proctor on March 3, 2015 by segarini
Music used to be all about hits, and before that, artists, and before that, publishing. Recycling music was written into the process from the beginning, but when the LP came along, recycling became a way of life. To be fair, early reissue albums were not reissues at all but were what they termed “budget” discs, a term also applied to albums of “generic” music by artists of little known or unknown cachet. Labels such as Harmony and Pickwick and Design once filled drug store racks with albums of dubious distinction, filled with either deep tracks of a popular artist or tracks by bands put together in the studio to recreate hits of the day.
After reading what I consider Cam Carpenter‘s best column ever this past week (if you missed it, read it here), I could not help but look back over my years in the business. The big difference between Cam and myself is that I spent all of my years on the bottomside, i.e. retail, and started those years looking longingly at the labels, hoping to score that most wonderful and elusive job in A&R (Artists & Repertoire— the people who spend ungodly amounts of time listening to live tapes and demos and sucking in smoke in scuzzy bars looking for that next big thing in music). Cam did that.
It’s called introspection, sports fans. We all feel it every once in awhile and I have been under its spell for the past week and the result has been a total lack of perspective and thus, no cohesive idea for a column. I don’t know why it happens but I do know that it is indiscriminate, that it is sometimes a struggle to even look at the blank page without it beating you to a mental pulp. For myself, the one thing I fear beyond misspelling a musician’s name is the inability to write at all and we are all under deadline, the scourge of any supposed journalist. In the movies, the reporter is always able to crank out a barnburner of an article at the last second, saving his/her job and possibly the future of the newspaper itself. Well, that’s Hollywood, folks, but it does give you an idea of what it is like to produce under pressure.
This is a slightly revised column from November of 2011. Thought I would share it with you gain because, well…even though I am supposed to be taking the week off, I’m not, so there will be a couple of new posts here later this week while the rest of the crew takes some much needed (and deserved) time off. Have a safe and happy Canada Day…I love you all. And yes…this IS the Greatest Country in the World…even if some of us don’t know it.
Frank Gutch Jr: Psycho-Paths To the Heart (A Valentine’s Celebration of Musical Phobias and Neuroses), Deep Feedin’, What? Jon Gomm Again?, and Notezzzz…..Posted in Opinion with tags Amelia Jay, charlie parr, Dala, Dan Phelps, Dave Gleason, DBAWIS, deep feeder, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., hymn for her, Indie Artists, jeanette beswick, jess Pillmore, Jim Waive, Jon Gomm, kaitee page, kelly flint, lindsey buckingham, lunic, maggi pierce & ej, mitch dalton, music, nick hlomes, Poco, Records, Rita Hosking, Sonics, Stevie Nicks, the grip weeds, the rotters, thomas jefferson kaye, Xenat-Ra, Zoe Muth on February 6, 2013 by segarini
I’ve often wondered if previous generations of humans are as fucked up as we are about relationships. I watch TV, go to movies and listen to music all the time and it appears to me we are a nation if not a world of basket cases. We’re all self-involved and needy and greedy and sex-crazed and have so many phobias experts are identifying new ones all the time in an effort to keep up. Growing up, I thought everything was laid out for us and it looked like gooey fun, but then when I was growing up we were in the era of Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis, The Three Stooges and that strange teen phenomenon which circled around a mashup of James Dean and Marlon Brando (the young Brando and not the Godfather-era). Were we fucked up then? I suppose we were.