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.
Judging by the positive reactions to the various music documentaries being filmed these days, I am assuming that music history is not a bad thing. I mean, we have always had the tomes and films of The Beatles and The Rolling Stones and their like to while away our time and before that there had been real movies documenting the different eras, but a large portion of the music public seems to be open to more today, some enough to follow film festivals for early screenings of films about The Wrecking Crew and Big Star, to name two of the most popular.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 