I was twenty-three, fresh out of the Army and full of frustration and cynicism. I had spent the last one year, nine months, two days, four hours and thirty-five minutes in what I considered a military prison. Before I was drafted, I was a radical, a hippie, an idealist. Staunchly anti-war, I isolated myself from old friends and family. I smoked dope, joined The Resistance and demonstrated on and off the University of Oregon campus. When I got out of the Army and returned to Eugene, I learned that I hated everyone who displayed bumper stickers or posters which heralded “America— Love It Or Leave It” or “My Country, Right or Wrong” as if they were the Eleventh and Twelfth Commandments. Those who upheld vocal groups like Up With People as true American music became my enemy.
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Frank Gutch Jr: Let’s Talk Notary Sojac; The Return of Highlight Bomb; Jeff Ellis (Plus Notes)
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Amy van Keeken, bob koski, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, doug ness, Frank Gutch Jr., Greg Laswell, Highlight Bomb, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jeff Ellis, jim lowry, Kirsti Gholson, Lester Quitzau, Modern Time Blues, music, Music Radio, music videos, Notary Sojac, Records, segarini, Sera Smolen, steve koski, Sweet Home Oregon, Tom Mank, Tom McMeekan, West Virginia, will herold on July 26, 2016 by segariniFrank 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.