And I don’t mean the band Journey recently inducted into the supposed Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. God knows what those clowns think when they make their choices but when I look at the possible choices they could have made besides those guys… well, I won’t go there. Let me just say that I understand when people are upset when I make such statements because they have a soundtrack to their lives as well, but this isn’t their column, is it? I look at it this way— Journey had hits, yes, and made CBS one hell of a lot of money, but they didn’t have an original bone in all of their collective bodies and you will never change my mind. Hall of Fame? Not even close. Not while the hundreds more deserving are locked out. Change that to thousands.
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Frank Gutch Jr: A Journey and the Soundtrack to my Life; Angharad Drake’s New Album; The Big Bright In the Studio; Plus Notes…Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Alternate Root Magazine, Angharad Drake, Beth Ditto, Beth Garner, Blue Sky Boys, David Gogo, DBAWIS, Don & The Goodtimes, Don't Believe a Word I Say, fotheringay, Frank Gutch Jr., House of Records, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jesse Ed Davis, John K. Samson, Journey, Larry Coryell, Leonard Bernstein, Mario Lanza, music, music videos, radio, Records, Red Foley, Road Runners, Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, Sandy Denny, segarini, Six Fat Dutchmen, Sweet Home Oregon, T. Texas Tyler, The Big Bright, The Live Five, The Moguls, The Record Company, Victory At Sea, Wes Swing on April 19, 2017 by segarini
Not the political future, which has turned out bad enough, but the music future which is floundering. I saw it going awry in 1992 when I left the retail record business as it morphed to a “music industry” I never recognized. I tried to make sense of it then, wondering why the decisions being made by not just major labels but by what then was becoming an entertainment conglomerate were so unerringly ridiculous. I need to watch the documentary on Tower Records, All Things Must Pass, in detail. I need to revisit the individual instances which brought down radio, records and everything else entertainment around our ears. I need to understand who was in power, if indeed anyone was, and who made the monumental mistakes which gave us the chaos we now have.
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.
But first, Brian Cullman has a pretty cool video I would like you to watch. He just released his first album in some years (The Opposite of Time) and is actually attempting to put a band together to play a few live gigs. This is something you don’t want to miss, though the audience may be limited to New York where Brian lives. Anyway, just so you know what Brian has to offer, watch this!
The Corona School of Writing, Weinhard’s Private Reserve, record labels (major and independent) and just about everyone I have ever really known. So I sit here quaffing the ice cold Weinhard, waiting for that writing buzz and wondering where I will go with this because I have no real idea where I am going, only where I have been. I have been lucky, lucky like I cannot believe, but not lucky of my own making. I have been surrounded by good people— no, people more than good— and it is time I pay tribute to those and those things which have made me who I am.
I still get asked why I love record stores. Still. Older people shrug their shoulders and the young— well, let us just say that rolling of the eyes seems to be part of their DNA. Every time it happens, I think, hey, I wasn’t like that. Well, except for the time that Momma pointed out that Ernie Fields‘ rockin’ In the Mood was a cover of a Glenn Miller song.