But before we get started, it’s time once again to plug one of my favorite bands of all-time— those crazy elementary school teachers who change into demonic rockers at night: No Small Children. Coming off of a successful run playing the title tune from the movie Ghostbusters II, they pluck another rocker out of the air and it’s a beaut! Lay back (if you can) and listen to what the percentage of us not tied to our iThings are hearing. I Feel Better!!!
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Frank Gutch Jr: T Bone. Got it? He’s from T exas… Glenn Patscha To Release Ten Year Old Album Because It’s a Killer!…plus NotesPosted in Opinion, Review with tags All Fires the Fire, Alpha Band, Anna Cordell, Bob Dylan, Brian Cullman, Chet Flippo, Clive Davis, David Bullock, DBAWIS, Death Hoax, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Donovan Woods, Frank Gutch Jr., Gilmore Girls, glenn patscha, Guy Clark, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Lloyd Sachs, music videos, No Small Children, Obscura Hail, Ollabelle, Phil White, Radney Foster, Records, Rollin' Thunder Revue, Scott Fraser, segarini, Songs from the Jefferson Highway, Space Opera, Sweet Home Oregon, Sycamore Creek, T-Bone Burnett, Tamara Saviano, the curtis mayflower, Whistler Chaucer Detroit & Greenhill on February 14, 2017 by segarini
His real name is Steve Suhadolnik but they called him The Duck after a weekend in Seattle with his buddies Newman Newman and Dahlgreen left all three of them practically penniless because of Newman Newman’s hours-long call to his girl back in Indiana while the Duck and Dahlgreen took in a double-feature and (I am sure) trolled Pike Street for hookers. See, The Duck had this thing for hookers, having spent a year in Bangkok living with one. Number One, in fact. He always told me, you ever make it to Bangkok go down to the Thermay Lounge and ask for Number One. Then he would smile, just like in this picture, and smack his lips.
Frank Gutch Jr: Who’s Making Up the Rules, Marc Cohn at the Aladdin Theater in Portland Oregon, and Whatever the Hell Else I Want To Write About…..Posted in Opinion with tags aladdin theater, arnold grizzley, carla olive trio, carmel mikol, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, dutch hare, Frank Gutch Jr., glenn patscha, Greg Godovitz, Hashmagandy, hem, hymn for her, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jon Gomm, kevin barry, kim wempe, lucy tight, marc cohn, napster, No Small Children, rebecca pidgeon, Records, Sandrider, sean parker, Spotify, Sydney Wayser, Ted Pitney, Ticktockman, tim young, Toni Vere, Violet Archers, wayne waxing on January 30, 2013 by segarini
I’m tired. I mention this at the outset because this inevitably is going to turn in to one of those stream-of-consciousness tirades in which logic does not play a part. But I don’t care. I need to get something off my chest and I don’t care if you stop reading right now, but the stench of what is wrong with the music business has me gasping for air and there is little oxygen available. But before I start…..