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 segarini
Frank Gutch Jr: T Bone. Got it? He’s from T exas… Glenn Patscha To Release Ten Year Old Album Because It’s a Killer!…plus NotesPosted in Opinion, Review with tags All Fires the Fire, Alpha Band, Anna Cordell, Bob Dylan, Brian Cullman, Chet Flippo, Clive Davis, David Bullock, DBAWIS, Death Hoax, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Donovan Woods, Frank Gutch Jr., Gilmore Girls, glenn patscha, Guy Clark, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Lloyd Sachs, music videos, No Small Children, Obscura Hail, Ollabelle, Phil White, Radney Foster, Records, Rollin' Thunder Revue, Scott Fraser, segarini, Songs from the Jefferson Highway, Space Opera, Sweet Home Oregon, Sycamore Creek, T-Bone Burnett, Tamara Saviano, the curtis mayflower, Whistler Chaucer Detroit & Greenhill on February 14, 2017 by segarini
But before we get started, it’s time once again to plug one of my favorite bands of all-time— those crazy elementary school teachers who change into demonic rockers at night: No Small Children. Coming off of a successful run playing the title tune from the movie Ghostbusters II, they pluck another rocker out of the air and it’s a beaut! Lay back (if you can) and listen to what the percentage of us not tied to our iThings are hearing. I Feel Better!!!
It isn’t easy. To most of you it must look that way. Six, eight paragraphs about a band or an album, a few videos picked up off the Net. Two hours, tops. On the columns which didn’t go so well, maybe fifteen minutes (and a six pack of beer, after re-reading a few of them). But it isn’t easy and it takes me a lot longer than you might think. There have been times I’ve written five drafts and finally submitted the sixth out of pure frustration. Three, four days and not a thing to show for it. And then there have been the three hour jobs—- the ones in which I elucidate about the days of transistor radios and Fender amps (they were king when I was young). Unfortunately, those are few and far between.
I was sitting here navigating the social media this past week when I noticed a rockumentary I thought I had seen before— one on Ed Dougherty, who had headed up Oregon’s connection to rock music back in the sixties, booking acts both local, regional, and national in the Pacific Northwest. I was sure I had seen it, having written about it in more than one of my columns, but I was feeling nostalgic and took the plunge anyway.
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.
It’s that time of year again, sports fans. Santa has been on the radio for the past two months, robot disc jockeys and purveyors of everything muzak beating us senseless with varying renditions of Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree and Jolly Old Saint Nicholas, hoping to lighten our mood enough to loosen the old purse strings. Hallmark Channel have kicked into full Christmas mode, plastering their channels with their cookie-cutter movies which vary mostly by the changing of leading ladies (this year’s favorite, by far, is Hilarie Burton, whom I saw in an old Castle episode and was floored by not only her beauty but the fact that the casting could not have been more right). I wish they had more creativity over at Hallmark, their overuse of the five plots and rotating stars coming very close to consumer abuse. But, hey, I’m a sap.
The first thing David Bullock said to me when I asked about his new EP, In the Waking World, was, and this is paraphrased, “How do I write my bio without emphasizing Space Opera?” I wanted to say hell if I know but the more I thought about it the easier it seemed. Only because I probably know more about that band than maybe a dozen people out there (beyond the crazies who go out of their ways to find out what a musician has for breakfast).