Pat Blythe – Marsden, Mushy and Mod Night…..

I’m getting to this column a little earlier than usual. It’s a Monday night and one project has blurred into another today. The computer has captured  most of my time along with a little redecorating. My friggin’ eyes are going square! One thing has been swirling around in my cranium today and it’s this, when are we going to stop “cutifying” and beautifying little girls because someone posts a really cute pic of one? It’s really starting to seriously bug me. The comments all focus on looks….and we wonder why females are objectified, dumbed down, not taken seriously….and the list goes on. ….and it’s not just the words themselves but the verbal intonations we use when talking to them as babies and toddlers. By the time these little princesses learn to walk, they’ve also learned how to use their tiny feminine wiles (oh yes, they’ve already figured out how to wrap daddy around their finger) to get their way. Damn, it starts early, waaaaaaay to early.

Pat Blythe – 2016….Over and finally…..OUT!

Well…..here it is already…..2017! Blink and both Christmas and New Year’s Eve are over, a fait accompli. Phffft….gone! Tout fini! Finito! Done and dusted! ….and here we are…. Has much changed? No, not really. Resolutions? Nope. Heading to the gym? Not on your life!!! The dance floor suits me just fine. Focus? I’m working on it. Oh look, a shiny thing……

Roxanne Tellier – The Fun Never Ends!

Well, actually … ‘fun’ would not be how I would describe the last two weeks. Incomprehensible, horrific, blacker than the blackest black humour .. yeah, that’s more like it. Maybe what I meant to say was, “When does the fun begin?”

When we last left our plucky heroine, she was picking over the broken pieces of her shattered life, accompanied by her furry companions, who were cowering under the bed.

JAIMIE VERNON – CUTTING EDGE RADIO

It was slice and dice time this past week at Corus Entertainment – a media conglomerate bloated with 3D printer versions of radio stations and formats that run the gamut:  talk radio, sports talk, business talk, knitting talk, pet talk, Hot A/C, Hot A/C light, Hot A/C dance, Hot A/C D/C, Adult, Slightly Adult, Slightly More Adult, Prematurely Adult, Classic Rock, Jurassic Rock, Pet Rock, New Rock, Modern Rock, Over The Hill Rock, and all fucking traffic all the fucking time.

Pat Blythe – Toronto’s Mixed Grill – A Scrapbook

 

It’s 4am on Sunday morning, March 8, and I’ve just arrived home from a long day and night of music hopping….and the damn Queen streetcar short-turned again….and the clocks went forward one hour (OMG it’s really 5am!!)….and I’ve decided to change my tune (so to speak)….and tell you about my “day in the life of….”  rather than have our esteemed editor post the article I’ve already filed.

JAIMIE VERNON – LAMENT FOR THE DJ

Following  11 years as the sole live-to-air freestyle radio program on Canadian terrestrial radio, ‘Marsden Theatre’ aired its last show on 94.9 The Rock in Oshawa, Ontario this past weekend.

Segarini: The Scattershot Scrapbook

Every now and then, enough stuff piles up in my inbox to warrant a column of loose ends. Pictures and videos and tidbits of my life (and the lives of others) that get pushed aside to make way for other subjects that need my attention, but that I want to share with you at some point.

That point has been reached once again.

So, welcome to another edition of The Segarini Scrapbook….

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Doug Thompson: CONFESSIONS OF A PROFESSIONAL ROCK AND ROLL INTERVIEWER – “AND SO, DEAR FRIENDS, YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO CARRY ON. THE DREAM IS OVER.”

I’ve been interviewing musicians, singers, actors, authors, record producers, session players and songwriters for almost 40 years…everyone from ABBA to Frank Zappa.  I’ve also produced over a thousand hours of radio programs that have been heard around the world.  Every interview and program has a story behind it.

This is one of them.

JAIMIE VERNON – RADIO KILLED THE VIDEO STAR

I know it’s out of fashion and a trifle uncool but the 1980s are back. Not only was I not notified in advance, but no one asked my permission; After all, I am the Ambassador of Alphabet Town…the White Wedding Crasher…the Duke of Stratosphear. Its return was subtle and subversive but it was inevitable.

There was a window of about five years at the end of the 1990s/early 2000s where the 1970s returned in full force – Classic Rock became the clarion call of adults whose kids were old enough to wipe their own asses/noses and allowed disenfranchised parents of 1980s children to finally leave the nest, hit a night club and get their Frampton on.