Christmas. It’s the time for joy and camaraderie and faith. It’s the time of giving and sharing and, for most, receiving. Debts are forgiven at Christmas, and people too. Indeed, the power of Christmas could almost save the world and would, according to Hollywood, if given half a chance.
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Frank Gutch Jr: Vinyl: It’s What’s For Christmas…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Bandcamp, carl anderson, CDBaby, Chris and Gileah, Crushed Out, DBAWIS, dirtmusic, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., Grass-Tops Records, Green Monkey, Hot Knives, hymn for her, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jeremy Cargill, Josh Ritter, Lake Street Dive, Lo=Pan, Luck of Eden Hall, Mad Anthony, Modular, music, Napalmpom, New American Farmers, Oceanographic Records, Records, Sallie Ford, Sandrider, segarini, Signature Sounds Records, Son of Man, Ticktockman, Tom Dyer, WarHen Records, Winterpills, Zoe Muth on December 2, 2014 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: Flotsam and Jetsam, plus Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Amanda Anne Platt, Artistic Records, Chloe Albert, Corvallis High School Band, Country artists, Cruisin', DBAWIS, dirtmusic, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Drew Gibson, Dublin Bottling Works, Frank Gutch Jr., H. Owen Reed, Hank Williams, History of Country Music, Homegrown, Indie Artists, Indie Music, KGB, Kim Grant, Lee Cash, Little Lonely, Motown Story, music, Music Radio, music videos, Picture The Ocean, Records, Spooky Tooth, The Critters, The Honeycutters, The Weaver Twins, The Winterpills., Tops Records, Turnstyled Junkpiled, Zoe Muth on April 1, 2014 by segariniThat’s right, sports fans, I have once again rammed the ol’ cranium up against the proverbial brick wall. Four good starts on this week’s column and nothing to really show except four three-paragraph dead ends, at least for now. And deadline looms. What to do, what to do… After much thought (not really), I have decided to pack together a whole string of odds and ends for you to pick through, if you so desire— flotsam and jetsam, as it were. Ideas not long enough for a column, musical bits and pieces, brain farts and the like. Indeed, I looked up the term “flotsam and jetsam” on thefreedictionary.com just to make sure that I had the term right and, for once, I did. “Useless or discarded objects,” it said. “Odds and ends.” Well, I hope I stay away from the former, but the latter seems to fit. Just remember— no overlying theme. Whatever comes to (my) mind.
Frank Gutch Jr: The Millennial Kickstart!!!, Life In Proctorville— We The People’s Wayne Proctor Talks Sixties Music Scene in Florida, Plus Notes and Vids!!!!!
Posted in Opinion with tags Bongo Boy Records, David Deacon, DBAWIS, dirtmusic, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Florida, Frank Gutch Jr., Hugo Race, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jana Peri, jud norman, Kickstarter, Music Millennium, music videos, No Small Children, Portland, Records, Research Turtles, Terry Currier, The Coachmen, The Drifters, The Nation Rocking Shadows, The Trademarks, Wayne Proctor, We the People on March 5, 2014 by segariniWelcome to the new Millennium, ladies and gentlemen, and in this case, the new Music Millennium. I don’t have to go into details to explain the situation with record stores these days (okay— “music” stores, but they will always remain record stores to me). They are struggling, even the biggest of them. Even the best of them. Even Portland, Oregon’s legendary Music Millennium. Sure, they’re hanging on and doing better since the recent vinyl revival, but hanging on is not what owner Terry Currier wants. Hanging on is the least that he wants. And he has never been one to pocket money, either. Most of what Terry has made over the past 45 years he has put either back into his store or used toward something to strengthen the music community. And not just that of Portland. He has stepped beyond that city more than once, mainly in a capacity to organize indie record stores.
Frank Gutch Jr: 2013— A Look at the Best, plus Notes You Can Take To the Bank…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Arborea, Best of 2013, Churchwood, DBAWIS, dirtmusic, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Erin & the Wildfire, Filligar, Frank Gutch Jr., gary minkler, hymn for her, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jim Allchin, Laurie Biagini, Lisbee Stainton, Maxi Dunn, Morning Ritual, Nick Holmes, No Small Children, Records, Rita Hosking, Sera Smolen, Sheldon Gomberg, Sweet Relief III, Tamikrest, The Abramson Singers, The Big Bright, the curtis mayflower, the fearless kin, The Incurables, The Toniks, Tom Mank on January 28, 2014 by segariniAfter ending this last year cranking out two long columns about musicians we lost, I feel the need to counterbalance. While I know that death is a part of life (indeed, life = death according to the laws of nature), it was not all that much fun to dig through the past year searching for musicians recently passed. It was, in fact, a bit of a downer. Reliving the news that I knew was not half as bad as discovering the news I had missed. All too many musicians I admire tripped off this mortal coil without so much as a thank you, Frank, it’s been fun, and I was more than a little unsettled with each discovery. But the past is the past, whether we like it or not, and it was not all bad.
Frank Gutch Jr: The Re-Return of Nick Holmes; Oami: Back In the Game; Dan Miraldi: Rockin’ Cleveland; Lisbee Stainton: Bribing Her Way Into Next Week’s Column; and a Shitload of Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Albino Winos, Dan Miraldi, Day In the City, DBAWIS, Devil at our Heels, dirtmusic, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eleni Mandell, emiko woods, Fire Tapes, Frank Gutch Jr., Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jacquie B, Jesse Dee, jim colegrove, John Stewart, Lisbee Stainton, Michael Mainieri, music, Nick Holmes, No Small Children, OAMI, randy burns, Records, Sheldon Gomberg, Soulful Crooner, Sweet Relief III, Tamikrest, The Living Sisters, Ticktockman, tom kell, white elephant, Word Games on September 10, 2013 by segariniNick Holmes is a friend of mine. I have never met him nor have I even talked with him on the phone but he is a friend, nonetheless. He sends me stuff. Anyone who sends me stuff is my friend. Send me some stuff and you’ll find out. It seems like only yesterday (it was over two years ago) that he sent me CD copies of two albums I, up to that time, never even knew existed: And it seems like just yesterday (because it was) that I received his brand spanking new CD, Sonar. There is a story behind Nick and his music and I hesitate to tell that story here because I have told it a few times and hate to repeat myself too much, but if you want to read a fascinating story about his early years in New York and how we became acquainted, follow this link.
Frank Gutch Jr: From Africa With Love: Dirtmusic, Tamikrest and Gary Heffern; Pandora vs. Pink Floyd: The Digital Distribution Debate Continues; Music History 101; and Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Arborea, Berkeley House Concerts, Big Star, Buck Curran, Chris Brokaw, chris eckman, DBAWIS, dirtmusic, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., gary heffern, George Bunnell, Hugo Race, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jeff Zentner, Michelle Malone, music, Pandora, Pink Floyd, Records, Tamikrest on July 10, 2013 by segarini
Frank Gutch Jr.: Tom Kell & The Skyboys, Michael Fennelly, Stu Nunnery, “Goin’ Down”, and Just Plain Nuts– erm– Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Annie Rose, DBAWIS, devo, dirtmusic, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., Hydra, Indie Music, Jr. Cadillac, michael fennelly, Phoebe Bridgers, Rainbow Tavern, Records, Skyboys, Stu Nunnery, tom kell, Troubles on June 18, 2013 by segariniI have learned my lesson. Numerous times over the past few years, I have been caught at my desk, coffee at hand, spewing said coffee in copious amounts thanks to the writings of my colleagues here at DBAWIS, sometimes through the mouth and sometimes through the nose. It is altogether possible that I have unknowingly spewed through various other orifices of my body as well, but by the time I get through laughing, everything is dry and, therefore, in the distant past, as it were.
Frank Gutch Jr: Notary Sojac: The Band and the Legend, Plus Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags bob koski, chris bliss, chris eckman, DBAWIS, dirtmusic, Don't Believe a Word I Say, doug ness, drippy moon, Frank Gutch Jr., gary heffern, gary minkler, hannah miller, Indie Artists, Indie Music, jim lowry, little trailer ruby, music, Notary Sojac, Providence, rainier sunbust, Records, red dress, Sand, Skyboys, steve koski, terri moeller, Terri Tarantula, The Pacific Northwest, the quirks, the weeds, tioga sessions, tom kell, tom mckmeekan, weeden, will herold on May 28, 2013 by segariniThese guys crack me up. Even forty years later. Even after having been separated four decades, these guys are still brothers under the skin, and they are brothers. They lived as brothers and fought as brothers and even had various “heads of state” treat them as brothers whilst trying to keep them from getting screwed as a band. You look at the films and read the books of bands back in the late sixties and early seventies, you might think that life was all getting stoned and getting laid and flowers-in-your-hair, but that’s all surface.
Frank 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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