Strange, indeed, as proven by this laugh out loud Christmas video by No Small Children. You have to have followed the string of videos this excellent band has done over the past number of years, but if you have you will get it. Subtle. Very subtle. And funny. I cannot even begin to tell you the joy I have gotten from following their growth. One of the best three-piece bands I have ever seen.
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Frank Gutch Jr: 2017 Was Strange, I Reckon (and other tales of parties and debauchery)
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Amilia K. Spicer, Ben Miller Band, Ben Rabb, Bob Bradshaw, Calexico, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Droogs, Frank Gutch Jr., Geoff Gibbons, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jaime Wyatt, Jeff Mix & The Stronghearts, Kyle Carey. Caroline Cotter, Michael Veitch, music videos, No Small Children, Records, Rich Krueger, segarini, Shannon Lay, Sweet Home Oregon, The Novel Ideas, The Wahconah High School Symphony Band and Choir, Tom House, Typhoon, Violet Bell, Wayne Berry, Wes Swing on December 5, 2017 by segariniJAIMIE VERNON – 29 WITH A BULLET
Posted in Opinion with tags Anger Brothers, Bay City Rollers, Bob Segarini, Brave Belt, Brutus, Bullseye Records, Canada Music Week, Canadian Music, Cats & Dogs, CMW, Creighton Doane, Dave Rave, David Quinton, DBAWIS, Dee Long, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eight Seconds, Figures at Dawn, Geoff Gibbons, Glen Foster, Goddo, Greg Godovitz, Guess Who, Harem Scarem, Honeymoon Suite, International Pop Overthrow Festival, Jaimie Vernon, Jeff Healey, Jeff Jones, John Boswell, Killer Dwarfs, Klaatu, Maureen Leeson, Michael White & The White, Moxy, Santers, Silverlode, Soap Opera, Terry Draper, That Canadian Guy, The Beatles, The Brunswick House, The Dishes, The First Time, The Florida Razors, The Kings, The Shakers, The Sweet, Tom Hooper, Tom Wilson, Wild T & The Spirit on May 10, 2014 by segariniA major anniversary passed surreptitiously on April 20th. It was the 29th anniversary of my long-suffering record label Bullseye Records. Normally I’d have shouted from the rooftops and run some kind of anniversary commemoration on Facebook or with musicians I know or privately, silently weeping, into my morning orange juice. But, I actually forgot about it.
So far removed am I from the music world now, and my own legacy, and exhausted from the grind that is my paycheck shackles that it slipped under my radar.