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Doug Thompson: “(WE’RE GONNA) ROCK AROUND THE CLOCK” AGAIN

Posted in Opinion with tags American Film Institute, American Graffiti, Bill Haley and The Comets, Bill Haley and The Saddlemen, Bill Haley with Haley’s Comets, Billboard Magazine, Billie Holiday, Billy Crystal, Blackboard Jungle, Cashbox, Dave Prater, DBAWIS, Dean Martin, Denny Doherty, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Doris Day, Doug Thompson, Ed Sullivan, Eddie Fisher, Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra, Gene Clark, Gene Pitney, George Clooney, George Lucas, Glenn Ford, Grammy Hall of Fame, Halley’s Comet., Happy Days, International Astronomers Union, James Myers, Jim Dawson, Jimmy De Knight, jo stafford, John Phillips, Johnny Clifton and His String Band, Jr. Walker, Kay Starr, Kitty Kallen, Lionel Hampton, Louis Armstrong., Louis Jordan, Mary Wells, Max C. Freedman, Mike Smith, Milt Gabler, Motown, music, Nat King Cole, New Musical Express, Patti Page, Peggy Lee, Perry Como, Peter Ford, Pythian Temple, Records, Rock and Roll, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Rolling Stone Magazine, Rosemary Clooney, Roy Orbison, Sam & Dave), segarini, The Andrew Sisters, the Dave Clark Five, The Four Aces of Western Swing, The Ink Spots, The Weavers, Tony Bennett on November 17, 2014 by segarini

This column is the first of what hopefully, will become more of a regular one on DBAWIS by yours truly. My intention (and we all know what happens to intentions, especially good ones) is to take a closer look at some of the hit records and hit makers from the rock era using some of my interview archives.

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Frank Gutch Jr: If You Don’t Like To Read, Maybe You’re Reading The Wrong Stuff: Books On Music… Plus Notes

Posted in Opinion with tags American Sound Studios, Bill C. Malone, Books, Cat Piano, Chips Moman, Chris & Gileah Taylor, Creekside Strays, DBAWIS, Death of a Rebel, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Don't Get Above Your Raisin', era for a moment, Frank Gutch Jr., gary minkler, Gene Clark, Gerald Early, High School Sweetheart, High Strung, Ian Thomas, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Johj Broven, John Einarson, jud norman, Memphis Boys, Michael Rabon, Motown, Mr. Tambourine Man, music, Music Industry Books, Nelson George, One Nation Under a Groove, Papa Don Schroeder, Phil Ochs, RCA Records, Records, red dress, Research Turtles, South to Louisiana, The Death of Rhythm & Blues, The Five Americans, Ticktockman, Tommy Cogbill, University of Illinois Press, University Press of Mississippi, Where Did Our Love Go?, Xprime on February 4, 2014 by segarini

I worked with a guy for four or five years who had never read a book after college. He read, he just didn’t read books (which had me scratching my head until I developed a bald spot). Books have always been part of my life. As a child and even toddler, books were a never ending source of pleasure. So how is it, I ask myself, that people hate to read? And I think I have found the answer. They haven’t found anything which, to them, is worth reading. Books are like music in the forest for the trees idiom. There are so damn many choices, one has no idea where to start. Well, for people who love music, the obvious starting point is books about music (or would that be “are”?). Like soul? Find a book about soul music. Love country? There are tons of biographies of country artists, past and present, and even books about country’s musical past. Blues? The same. Rock? Too many to count.