That is how I picture Holmes— tuxedoed, debonair, suave, in control. He started out a folkie— sang with The Serendipity Singers, in fact, though I can hardly hear his voice in any kind of ensemble. It is slightly rough and textured but with a real edge definitely unique. One single by The Singers (“What Will We Do With the Child”) was released with that voice but it did not chart. It did warrant a solo artist contract, though, and Holmes recorded one. It unfortunately never made it to press,
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Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Afro-Haitian Experimental Orchestra, Brian Cullman, carl anderson, Carsie Blanton, DBAWIS, Dirt Road to Psychedelia, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., Glitterbeat Records, Hurricane Alley, hymn for her, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Johnny Clegg, King of 26th Street, Low Ball, Michael Mainieri, music, music videos, Nick Holmes, Powell St. John, radio, Records, Seaweed, segarini, Sonar, Soulful Crooner, Sweet Home Oregon, white elephant on July 5, 2016 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: The Beginnings of Christian Rock— erm, Contemporary Christian Music, plus Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags 2nd Chapter of Acts, Andrea Schroeder, Buck Herring, Christian Music, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Fleetwood Mac, Frank Gutch Jr., gary heffern, glass harp, Glitterbeat Records, Harmony Magazine, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jeremy Spencer, Larry Norman, MaRain, Maranatha, Mason Proffit, Maxi Dunn, Michael Omartian, No Small Children, People, Peter Green, Phil Keaggy, Records, Talbot Brothers, Tamikrest, Then Play On on December 10, 2013 by segariniYep. Braindead again. After struggling for four days and working my way through four— count ’em, four starts, I find myself without a column and already an hour past deadline. How do these things happen, I keep asking myself, but they do and when they do I wish I was drinking again. Back in the old days, if I couldn’t get something down in a certain period of time I would pop a cold one and before the six-pack was done, I didn’t care anymore so I would type until it looked like there were enough words (or I couldn’t see the keys anymore) and would hit ‘send’ and to hell with it, you know?