Archive for Eleni Mandell

Frank Gutch Jr: Dad Gave My Dog Away (A Look At Letting Go); A Music Tsunami (The Real Shade, Wilson Marks, Diane Patterson, Rich DePaolo, and— holy mackerel!— The Green Pajamas!); and The Irrepressible Ricky (Okay, Not Ricky, But We Got Notes, By the Gods!)

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 27, 2018 by segarini
 
My dad?  Give my dog away?  Give me a break!  My dad was the coolest when it came to animals, though he didn’t want them unless it was necessary.  Sure, he caved when we were kids and begged and begged a dog, one my sister named Putsy after Slim Gaillard‘s hit Cement Mixer Putty Putty, but it wasn’t his choice.

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Frank Gutch Jr: Behind the Sweet Relief III Album with Sheldon Gomberg; Janie Jones (It’s a Movie), Eef Barzelay, and Gemma Hayes; It’s A Beautiful Day, Today

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 12, 2013 by segarini

FrankJr2I have written about Sheldon Gomberg and his support of Sweet Relief before.  For those who don’t know, Sweet Relief is a charity organization dedicated to helping musicians in need.  It was founded by musician Victoria Williams to help her meet the financial challenges of a serious illness and gained a life of its own shortly thereafter, the funds going to a wider expanse and eventually going to all musicians, if they qualify.  Yes, it is a business (though nonprofit) and has to have guidelines to exist and survive.

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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 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 10, 2013 by segarini

FrankJr2Nick 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.

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