That’s right, sports fans, I smell baseball. When I was a kid, sports were seasonal. When the seasons changed, so did the sport. It’s hard for me to relate to sports these days. Football goes all the way into February. God knows when basketball ends (seems like it goes on forever— in the Pros, at least). And baseball ends about when the snow flies. But it always begins in Spring and it’s Spring now. Almost.
Archive for Don’t Believe a Word I Say
Frank Gutch Jr: Can’t You Smell That Smell; Meet Bob Blackburn (and Bob Blackburn); the Annual John Rocker Report; and Notes… It’s All About Baseball, Sports FansPosted in Opinion, Review with tags Abramson Singers, Bob Blackburn, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Elise Davis, Frank Gutch Jr., Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jerry Dennon, Joe Cunningham, John Rocker, Keith Morris & The Crooked Numbers, KEX, KWJJ, Multnomah Stadium, music, Music Radio, music videos, Oregon State Beavers, Portland Beavers, radio, Records, Rollie Truitt, Seattle Super Sonics, segarini, Sweet Home Oregon, Vaughn Street on February 28, 2017 by segarini
It’s so quiet in the house you can almost hear it…..the quiet I mean. The steady tick of the clock, the occasional gurgle of the hot water radiator and the hum of complete stillness. The outside world seems so far away, almost non-existent. As I sit typing this it’s like I’m on the inside looking out….a rather surreal feeling….like one of those movie scenes where the person is standing still and everything else is whizzing and swirling by at record speed. Watching and waiting. A sense of calm yet anticipatory. Of what I don’t know.
Frank Gutch Jr: The Bluest Skies You Ever Seen: A View, Not a History, of Seattle Rock Music; Plus a Couple of Notes…..Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Arthur Roberts, Bill Scorzari, Bob Blackburn, Book of Hours, Capping Day, Danger Bunny, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., George Romansic, Green Monkey Records, Green Pajamas, Howie Wahlen, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jeff Kelly, Jon Auer, Ken Stringfellow, Kim the Waitress, Laura Weller, Lila Blue, Liquid Generation, Mike Musburger, music, music videos, Poison in the Russian Room, radio, Radio Van Gogh, Records, Son of Man, Sweet Home Oregon, The Posies, Tom Dyer on February 22, 2017 by segarini
And it’s my view. It won’t mention Heart except to say that I knew their days were well past when they became a tribute band (and it was long before The Kennedy Center performance) and it won’t mention Nirvana because, let’s face it, Nirvana has already been mentioned enough (Okay, I might mention them once). I might mention Perry Como, though, because he had the hit with those lyrics and I might mention Bobby Sherman (just for the hell of it). I will mention many artists and bands of evidently little consequence outside of that fair city because I certainly do not hear them mentioned by people outside the Pac Northwest (by the people I know, anyway). But first, should you think Seattle a mere backdrop for movies and TV programs, let us look at what the youth think, and before you start pounding the keyboard in protest, I have not vetted the information and don’t really care (though having lived in Seattle for over thirteen years, I can attest to the fact that everyone does love Dick’s… Drive-In, and how can you not love the fact that they have a train/trolley called the SLUT). I’m just glad to see the youth making this attempt:
Valentine’s Day and it’s all over Facebook, Instagram, Twitter….every nook and cranny of social media, peeking quietly out of the shadows or screaming in your face. The stores began leading up to it the second Christmas was over. For many the day is the perfect time for a celebration of each other, a reconnection and strengthening of the bonds of togetherness. A special day set aside so they can canoodle to their hearts content. For others it’s a painful reminder they are alone whether by choice or happenstance…and there are many others who simply don’t care….it’s just another “Hallmark” day.
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’s a miserable, cold, sodden, rainy, pathetically dreary, rather dismal night. Moisture and freezing temperatures will create your very own skating rink on the sidewalk, front lawn and even the roadway. I look out the window and see everything enveloped in ice. Jane Harbury had very kindly invited me down to her Discoveries series at Tranzac tonight but between prior commitments and the weather, my ass is safely ensconced on the couch writing this. I have one artificial hip…..I don’t need two and I’d prefer to keep any modicum of dignity intact.