Bob Yodels Up the Canyon – Some Backstory …and A Sense of the People and Atmosphere of Laurel Canyon Back in the Day

The more I try to express my thoughts and feelings on the documentary, “Echo in the Canyon”, the more frustrated I get trying to put my finger on what, exactly. those thoughts and feelings are. After every viewing of the well-meant, but ultimately lacking mash-note to the tiny L.A. Basin enclave which had had a disproportionate impact on popular music, songwriters, and artists around the world, I became further and further upset with its lack of connective tissue to its subject, and started to feel uncomfortable just looking for something positive to say.

Segarini: David Anderle

There were at least eleven of us sitting around the restaurant table. It was an impromptu dinner, decided upon on a whim. No vote, no forethought, just a bunch of like-minded people who found themselves together and decided they were hungry.

Segarini: Frazier’s Farewell, and Two Little Treats

Before we get to today’s meat and potatoes, a little personal note. We have found a new place to live, (current landlord is getting a divorce and wants his house back), most of the money to facilitate the move, and I might have a shot at a radio gig soon. That said, I have one more pressing problem; I need some help this week packing for the move this coming weekend. If you are a beautiful, handy-around-the-house woman of any age with a strong back and a great sense of humour, email me at segarini@rogers.com. Also, men, boys, really smart raccoons, and robots from the future will be accepted as well. There will be beer, there will be some laughs, and, depending on my not-so-vast funds, either hot dogs or pizza. Seriously, anyone who knows how to pack a box and tape that sucker shut is welcome to email me. Just packing, no heavy lifting. Hope I hear from you. And now, our regularly scheduled column….

Segarini: Frazier Mohawk – Send in the Clown Part Two

Part One can be found here.

Paxton Lodge was a remote mountain retreat that became a famed legendary gathering place and recording studio for some about-to-be well known musicians of the late 1960’s and early 1970’s, including Jackson Browne. Frazier Mohawk (Barry Friedman), with support from Elektra boss Jac Holzman, was the moving force behind the lodge. At times the lodge began to take on the quality of a commune, with musicians and visitors constantly moving in and out for brief and longer stays.

Segarini: Frazier Mohawk – Send in the Clown

Frazier Mohawk December 12^th1941 – June 2^nd 2012 Part One

I fucking hate this. Why, in a world that seems to be filled to the brim with nasty, violent, inherently evil, sociopathic poltroons and spurious, self-absorbed, toxic, miscreants, does God or whatever the serendipitous woozle in charge of Universal Order turns out to be, pluck the benign, the innocent, and (in this case), the creative, unique, bordering-on-zany/wacky/nutcase persons of interest, off this mudball and into the Great Unknown? Snuffing out not only another Bright Light, but someone whose very existence inspired creativity and impacted positively (sometimes by NOT doing what he did) on the people around him. Yeah, everybody dies, but sometimes, I think that was an oversight the Grand Woozle made when he/she or it was creating either the Aardvark or the platypus…I mean, really.