This is supposed to be a music column. I should be regaling you with all the Indie bands I’ve seen, the venues and clubs I’ve sashayed through, the festival stages I’ve covered, the photographs I’ve taken and cities I’ve traveled to (not to mention the food). The unfortunate thing is, for the past seven months I’ve done none of that (except for the food) and it’s starting to get damn frustrating!
Jaimie Does the Rock
I can’t play a note on the guitar, or any instrument for that matter. Can’t tell a G from a D and wouldn’t know open tuning if I heard it. I wish I could wail but there is a huge disconnect between my brain and my fingers. Always loved the sound of a great guitar as well as the look, and what’s not to like about a Marshall stack? I was always more partial to the look of a Les Paul than a Telecaster and the look of an SG has always left me cold. Strats look boring whereas a Tele looks more rock’n’roll to these eyes. I imagine that if I did play I would want a Flying V, to me, one of the coolest looking guitars ever, or maybe a Firebird or Explorer. Continue reading
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 