When I say I was Joe Walsh’d, I don’t mean I was so taken with his music that I bought every last piece of vinyl of his from his James Gang days in Cleveland to his soaring Eagle days.
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Mike Marino – Dead Air and Radio Dazed – Joe Walsh’d!
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Backstage Security, Bob Seger, DBAWIS, Detroit, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frijid Pink, Jow Walsh, Mike Marino, music, radio, Records, segarini on July 3, 2018 by segariniMike Marino – CJOM, Tim Buckley, The Rock and Roll Farm, and The Grande Old Dame
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Bob Segarini, Bob Seger, CJOM, DBAWIS, Detroit, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., grande ballroom, Iggy, mc5, Mike Marino, radio, Rock and Roll Farm, Russ Gibb on June 12, 2018 by segarini
The 70’s in Detroit! Live local bands, rock and roll venues were everywhere! Beer was cheap at the clubs and it was a Rock and Roll solar system as were most large cities with local live music!
I’ve written many pieces about radio..mostly major highlights I experienced, but there were also those little pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that gave life to that career and not just a few laughs so I will explore my cranial caverns of memory to let them fall to the digital page, that is if they agree to….
Mike Marino Asks:.. “When A Canadian Rock Station and a Hash Pipe Meet In a Head On Collision – Free Concerts in a Biker Park?”
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Bob Seger, CJOM, DBAWIS, Detroit, Devil's Disciples, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Mike Marino, music, radio, Records, Rouge Park, Salem Witchcraft Band, segarini, Toby Redd, Windsor on June 5, 2018 by segarini
1973…Dee-troit radio was a mixture of formats and talent. The Drake-Chenault Big Boss Jocks to Casey Kasem Top 40 shmaltz. The AM airwaves were a congested freeway of screaming Pukers as we refer to the “old school” of over enunciation and pseudo-hip chatter that not only came from somewhere deep in the cave of ego, dark and forbidding, but was delivered faster than bullets from a machine gunning killer of the old Detroit Purple Gang during prohibition.
Mike Marino – The Secret Tapes of Mike Marino and Frank Gutch, Jr. By Arthur Burns
Posted in Interview, Opinion, Review with tags Bob Segarini, DBAWIS, Detroit, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., Interview, Mike Marino, Silliness, Tangiers on May 30, 2018 by segarini
(These taped interviews I will be transcribing are a result of a three day weekend sit down with two hack writers who should be writing for pulp magazines that appeal to lurid fantasies of the libido rather than respectable publications.
The interviews took place over a three day period in a Tangier bordello/opium den that specialized in Algerian hashish and Ethiopian hookers of mixed blood.)
Roxanne Tellier – Motown: the Musical
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags . Jesse Nager, Allison Semmes, Barrett Strong, Berry Gordy, Bob Segarini, DBAWIS, Detroit, Dizzy Gillespie, Elvis Presley, Global Warming., Harry Balk, Hitsville U.S.A. Motown: The Musical, Janie Bradford, Jarran Muse, Jim Crow laws, Josh Tower, Leon Outlaw Jr., Let's Get It On, Martha and the Vandellas, Martha Reeves, marvin gaye, Maxine Powell, Michael Jackson, Motown, Nathaniel Cullors, Pasadena Civic Auditorium, Roxanne Tellier, Sam Phillips, Smokey Robinson, Stevie Wonder, Tamla, Tammi Terrell, The Beatles, The Four Tops, The Jackson 5, The Marvelettes, The Miracles, The Supremes, THE TEMPTATIONS, The Velvelettes, Vietnam War on September 27, 2015 by segarini
The sixties were a glorious time, unlikely to ever be repeated or rivalled. The fifties had been a cautious decade, where women stayed home after marrying to take care of their men, kids didn’t sass parents, and no one questioned authority in the family or in their country. Well, at least on the surface.
Pat Blythe: Women of Rock – Part Two
Posted in Opinion with tags Akron, album, alice cooper, America, Arlene Quatro, Austin, Australia, Bass Guitar, BBC, Billboard, Billboard 200, Bob Segar, Brain Confusion, Brass in Pocket, Bravo Otta Award, Bruce Springsteen, Buzzsaw, Calfornia, Can the Can, Chain Gang, Cherry Bomb, Chris Norman, Chrissie Hynde, Christopher Blythe, Cleveland, contralto, Cradle, Dave Hill, David Wild, DBAWIS, Detroit, Diane Baker, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Don't Get Me Wrong, Drastic Fantastic, drumming, drums, Elvis Presley, England, English Disco, Esquire, Europe, Extended Play, Farndon, Fender Precision Bass, Frank Sinatra, Frank Soda and the Imps, Gas Street, Gena Rowlands, German, Glorious Results of a Misspent YOuth, Goddo, Godmother of Punk, Grace Slick, Grammy, GTA, Happy Days, Hellfield, Honeyman-Scott, I Hate Myself for Loving You, I Love Rock 'n Roll, If Luck Be A Lady, Janis Joplin, Japan, Joan Jett, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, John McEnroe, jukebox, K.T. Tunstall, Karen Carpenter, Keith Richards, Kent State University, keyboards, Kim Fowley, Leather Tuscadero, Light of Day, London, Marc Bolan, Mary Lou Ball, massacre, MEOW, Mickie Most, Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheelers, music videos, Musicians for Equal Opportunities for Women, Nancy Ball, National Guard, Neil Young, New Musical Express, Nirvana, Ohio, Original Riot Grrrl, Pat Blythe, Patti Quatro, Patti Smith, percussionist, pineapple upside down cake, Plateau, punk rock, Queen of British Pop, radio, RAK Records, Real Records, Records, rock 'n roll, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Rodney Bingenheimer, Roger Ebert, Rolling Stone, Rolling Stone Magazine, Sam Cooke, segarini, Smells Like Teen Spirit, Smokie, Stockholm, Stumblin 'in, Suzi Quatro, T-Rex, Talking Heads, Ted Nugent, Television, Texas, The Barbusters, The Beatles, The Clash, The Damned, The Fonz, The Great Pretender, The Picture Taker, The Pleasure Seekers, The Pretenders, The Runaways, The Sex Pistols, This Is Your LIfe, Tina Weymouth, TMI, Tom Petty, U.K., Unvarnished, Unzipped, West End, Woman of Valor Award, You Or No One on April 1, 2015 by segarini
Ch-ch-ch-cha-changes
I have been slowly getting to know my fellow writers, conversing with them through Facebook, email and over the phone. A what! Yep, a real live telephone. You know, those devices that allow you to actually hear what the other person sounds like while enjoying honest-to-goodness dialogue. Fingers seem to do more walking and mouths less talking these days. We are no longer an oral society. The world of banter, tete-a-tetes and nattering have gone the way of such foods as pineapple upside down cake. (remember those) Mmmmmm……
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 