You can file this one under “and I thought I knew something.” I just watched a documentary which starts “When I was a kid, music was everything,” a statement as acute to me as author Scott Turow‘s line “It suddenly hit me how much I missed music for which I once felt a yearning as keen as hunger.” It struck a note so deep in me that I watched all one-hour-and-thirty-one minutes feeling a kinship with the narrator (and, as it turns out, producer of the film), almost relieved that I was not alone.
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Frank Gutch Jr: Rain Perry, Mark Hallman (The Shopkeeper), and Congress House Studio; Spotify Once Again; and Notes Hitting the Spot
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Ani DiFranco, arnold grizzley, Brad Byrd, Bradley Kopp, Carole King, Charlie Faye, Congress House Studio, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eliza Gilkyson, Frank Gutch Jr., Hamilton Pool, Iain Matthews, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jen Cloher, Jon Dee Graham, Lilly Hiatt, Lydia Lunch, Mark Hallman, music, music videos, radio, Rain Perry, Records, rich mcculley, Ruston Kelly, Sarah Hickman, segarini, Selwyn Birchwood, SHEL, Sweet Home Oregon, The Dementians, The Green Pajamas, The Shopkeeper, The Spinto Band, Tom Russell, Trent Gentry, Wolf Creek Boys on June 27, 2017 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: I Come Down Off the Fence Regarding Music Subscriptions, Linn Brown— Beyond the Musical Pale, Reminder About Research Turtles’ Free Downloads, and Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags 3 and other little catchy numbers, Arlon Bennett, Bandcamp, Carla Olive Kuykendall, Carleigh Nesbit, Dan Fogelberg, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Elton Duck., Frank Gutch Jr., Hashmagandy, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jen Cloher, Linn Brown, Maxine Dunn, MOG, My Fool Heart, Pandora, Power Rangers, Records, Red Herring, Research Turtles, Reverbnation, Ron Wasserman, Soundcloud, Spotify, Steve Katz, sweet talk radio, Toni Vere on October 24, 2012 by segariniHow long ago was it that Spotify tossed their hat into the ring on this now contentious music subscription battle? A little over a year? And did I not hold off judgment during that time, awaiting results? I know! Wottaguy, huh? Well, I fell off of the fence the past couple of weeks and landed in a mosh pit full of musicians, most not too happy with the cake that the music industry’s Marie Antoinettes been offering. A slice of cake so thin you can see through it.