I’m cleaning out portions of my record collection, or what is left of it. At one time, I had over 10,000 albums (according to a friend who spent a couple of days counting them). Over 10,000! I woke up one day and realized that no one in their right mind would have that many, which brings me to the now-occasional columnist for DBAWIS, Darrell Vickers. I am sure he has over 10,000 which proves that mental imbalance runs in his family. He is the perfect dumpster for many of the albums I still have and will be a recipient of a few. I kid, of course, because for both of us, record collecting has been and still is, in his case, an adventure.
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Frank Gutch Jr: The Non-Science of Record Collecting; A Tip o’ the Hat To Dave Gray (RIP); and a short look at the Notes…..
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Alice DiMicele, Be Here To Love Me, Betsy Kaske, Bob Segarini, Cal Hand, Caroline Peyton, Chris Korzen, Darrell Vickers, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, ELO, Feels, Frank Gutch Jr., Gypsy, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jackson Heights, Jeff Lynne, Jim Post, KSHE, Michael Nesmith, Mick Kaminski, music, music videos, Nezrock, Red Robin Restaurant, Screaming Gypsy Bandits, Shannon Lay, Steve Young, Sweet Home Oregon, The Illusion, Townes Van Zandt, Trust In Men Everywhere, Vinyl Ambush, Wet Willie, Wiggy Bits on January 23, 2018 by segariniJAIMIE VERNON – 50 YEAR CONFLUENCE
Posted in Opinion with tags Bob Segarini, Cheap Trick, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Ed Sullivan Show, ELO, George Harrison, George Martin, I Want To Hold Your Hand, It Was 50 Years Ago Today, Jaimie Vernon, Jellyfish, John Lennon, Klaatu, Liverpool, Paul McCartney, Polyphonic Spree., Ringo Starr, The Beatles, The Fab Four, The Wackers on February 8, 2014 by segariniAs the media has been very cognizant of pointing out all week, Sunday, February 9th marks the 50th Anniversary of the night the Beatles stepped on stage at the Ed Sullivan Theater in Manhattan and destroyed America – one sobbing, hormone filled teenager at a time. It was a typical scenario that had become de rigueur to Rock and Roll dating back to the Elvis Presley hip swivel and even Frank Sinatra simmering blue-eyed allure before him. The media and parents alike were quick to write these four Liverpool lads off as yet another passing adolescent fad. But they were so wrong.