Yesterday I went through all of the private messages I’d shared with Frank Gutch Jr, since I’d first encountered him. It was in 2013, just after I’d begun writing this weekly column, and right from that first message, it was as though we were separated at birth.
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Roxanne Tellier – We All Loved You, Frank Gutch Jr – Tributes, Tales, and Tears
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Adam Dawson, annabel (lee), Art, Astrid Guldenmann, Australia, Baby Boomers, bill jackson, blogging, bobby gottesman, Canadiana, Cargo, Chris Laterzo, Christian Anger, Cindy Lee Berryhill, Daisy House, Darrell Vickers, Dave Coker, David Graves, Davina Jackson, DBAWIS, Devon Sproule, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Drew Gibson, elliott randall, Eric Rife, Eulogies for Frank Gutch Jr, Frank Gutch Jr., friendship, frustrated boomers, gary heffern, Green Monkey, Green Pyjamas, hannah gillespie, Howie Wahlen, Indie Artists, Indie Music, internet, Ireland, Jeff LeGore, Jen Morris, Jim Gratton, Jim Parrett, Johnny Hicks, Julian Taylor, Julie Cain, Justin Smith, Keith Morris, Ken Stringfellow, Kevin Casey, Kim Grant, Laurie Biagini, life, Little Lonely, loss, Mad Anthony, Mark Strong, Maurizio Michelino, Maxine Dunn, McKendree Spring, michael fennelly, Michael Marino, Mimi Schell, mourning, music, Musicians, No Depression, No Small Children, Notary Sojac, Old California, Oregon, Patricia Davis, Phoebe Bridgers, radio, Ray Brandes, Records, Rich Krueger, rich mcculley, Richard E Further Out, Ringo Jones, Roxanne Tellier, Rue Hazel, Ryan Collins, Salton Sea, Sam Taylor, segarini, Sheila Ellis, Space Opera, Stephen Marcus, Suzi Stark Brubaker, Sweet Home Oregon, Terry Varner, Thane Tierney, The Adventurist, The Bobcast, The Minnows, The Posies, The Real Shade, The Survivors, Thomas Shelton House, Toby Schwartz Demain, Tom Braam, Tom Dyer, tom kell, Tom Smith, Witherwolf, Writing on April 29, 2018 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: Paradise Is Paved, Here Comes the Parking Lot… plus a Voluminous Collection of Note(s)
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Beth Garner, Bobby Charles, Boo Ray, Buddy Whittington, Chris Strachwitz, DBAWIS, Dementians, Devon Sproule, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Drew Gibson, Dustbowl Revival, Eddie Shuler, Frank Gutch Jr., Goldband Studios, Harry Hoggard, Heather Trost, I Am What I Play, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jim of Seattle, John Broven, Los Colognes, Morgan Cornwell, music, Music Radio, music videos, Paul Curreri, radio, Records, Research Turtles, Secret Sisters, segarini, Shantell Ogden, South to Louisiana, Sun Ra, Sweet Home Oregon, The Ratboys, This Ain;t No Mouse Music on May 23, 2017 by segariniGoldband Studios is gone. Here I have been spending the past few years singing the praises of Research Turtles— I call them the boys from Lake Charles— without realizing that the city/town/parish also was home to Eddie Shuler and Goldband. Dumb me. I have known of Goldband since I was in college, having found them through That Dorm Guy who was somehow plugged into anything and everything musical. I look back now at him and wonder how he was able to find so much music in a land with pretty much nothing but Billboard Magazine to guide him, but he did.
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Frank Gutch Jr: Lady Gaga? Really? How About the Real Women in Music?
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Acoustic Guitar Weekly, Adam Dawson, Aer Stephen, Angharad Drake, Anthony David, Any van Keeken, B.J. Cole, Chloe Albert, Daisy House, Dave McGraw, DBAWIS, Devon Sproule, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Drew Gibson, Frank Gutch Jr., Fur For Fairies, Green Pajamas, Gris de Lin, Helen Shanahan, hymn for her, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jeff Kelly, Jeff Plankenhorn, Jon Gomm, Lady GaGa, Mandy Ferrarini, Marty Pawlina, music videos, Patreon, Paul Curreri, radio, Records, segarini, Susanne Kelly, Sweet Home Oregon, Tamikrest, The Gold String, The Silver Lake Chorus, Three Chords & The Truth on February 7, 2017 by segariniMy yardstick for music is a simple one. If everyone likes it, it can’t be worth a shit. Think Hitler as a rock star. He, too, had a following, though few would own up to being part of it after the finale. What is it that makes everyone so enamored with this musician as opposed to this other musician who is playing practically the same thing? Hell if I know. How does one become a hit overnight? Hell if I know. Why are people attracted to certain artists, en masse? You guessed it. Hell if I know. But I can goddamn guarantee you that while you are talking about the Lady Gaga halftime show, and my guess is that most of you talking about music are, you’re missing a few thousand musicians worth hearing, some of them playing music way outside the formulaic box the Gaga has built for herself. Taylor Swift? I love some of her songs but there are songs as good as that out there if you take the time to listen.
Frank Gutch Jr: I Got Blistuhs on Muh Finguhs!!! (Plus Notes)
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags bobby gottesman, Brian Cullman, Cam Newton, colosseum, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Drew Gibson, Emitt Rhodes, Frank Gutch Jr., Gabrielle Gewirtz, glass harp, grass roots, Haroula Rose, hymn for her, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jimmy Martin. Gigi Shibawbaw, Jinko Vilova, Lisa Parade, Mark Isham, Mark Lindsay, Merry-Go-Round, music, Music Radio, music videos, Nick Holmes, Paul Revere and the Raiders, Pure Prairie League, Records, Richard Rodgers, segarini, tom kell, van der graaf generator, Victory At Sea, Wishbone Ash on February 9, 2016 by segarini… and I’m looking for trouble because that’s just what you have to do sometimes. Tributes and covers are sucking the soul right out of me and probably out of the goddamn entire world but you soulless bastards have no clue! This whole I-got-to-see-the-best-bands and there-ain’t-no-good-music-anymore attitude is killing the listening floor (screw the dance floor) and I’ve had it up to my neck with the I-don’t-like-today’s-music-so-fuck-you memes on the social media and threads in the forums to the point that I’m thinking hell could not be a worse place to live— at least compared to this musical rotgut of a world we live in today.
Frank 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: No Small Children’s ‘Trophy Wife’; Meet Chris & Gileah; Artists I Wouldn’t Want To Miss (But Almost Did); and the Ever Popular Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Chris & Gileah, DBAWIS, Dear Youth, Devon Sproule, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Drew Gibson, Erin & the Wildfire, erin lunsford, Frank Gutch Jr., Gileah Taylor, Heidi, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jilly Blackstone, John Moen, Kandle, Lance Brenner, Mike O'Neill, music, music videos, No Small Children, Paul Curreri, Perhapst, Records, The After Hours, The Anatomy of Frank, The Decemberists, The Droogs, The Lisa Parade, Trophy Wife on March 18, 2014 by segariniI am less than a month away from seeing, barring act of God or congress (small ‘c’ intentional), No Small Children rock Portland (or Seattle) and, old as I am, it is getting hard to contain myself. They will supposedly be playing Slabtown April 5th, though I do not see it listed on that venue’s site schedule, so I am keeping my options open for a long drive. Would I miss it? Only by the act mentioned beforehand.
Frank Gutch Jr: We’re Missing Too Much, You and Me (a look at music already slipping into the past), Plus Notes To Knock Your Socks Off…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Alice Texas, Classic Music Vault, Cyndi Dawson, Dan Phelps, DBAWIS, Deep Sea Diver, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Drew Gibson, Frank Gutch Jr., Hardin Burns, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jennifer Hall, Jules Shear, Louis Chirillo, Modular, Pal Shazar, randy burns, Records, The Americans, The Cell, The Cynz, The Fire Tapes, The Incurables, The Juke Jumpers, The Shook Twins, Ticktockman, tom kell, Zoe Muth on September 4, 2013 by segariniThis past week I am working on two big articles, this column and have a stack of reviews waiting to be written and am wondering where I can find the time. I need a good 48 hours in a day to even think about keeping up, but if they gave them to me I would more than likely use them napping or watching Howard Stern make a judging ass out of himself on network TV (No, I wouldn’t. I hated him when he was doing his radio and TV shows. After watching him embarrass himself brown-nosing some poor schlep who was lucky enough to make it to the end of some lame circus act of song or dance, it reinforced my initial judgment.