It was my birthday last week. I’m not saying it because it matters much to me— less and less as each year passes. I mention it because of the things friends tell me, most of which reminds me of who I am and the paths I have taken to get here. I mean, none of us plan to be who we are— it just evolves.
This column is the first of what hopefully, will become more of a regular one on DBAWIS by yours truly. My intention (and we all know what happens to intentions, especially good ones) is to take a closer look at some of the hit records and hit makers from the rock era using some of my interview archives.
I watched/listened to a short clip of a Jim Dawson concert this past week. Most of you don’t know the name, I am sure, but Dawson was at the forefront of my obsession with records back in 1971 and his Songman album is a treasure I would not part with except to Dawson himself. He was part folkie as were so many back then— the beginning of the real singer/songwriter movement— and experimenting with layers of sounds.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 