Pat Blythe – Reflections…..music memories…..and tunes

I’ve had all sorts of ideas and nonsense going through my mind for the past several days. Some quiet reflection in a totally silent house (that means no music), some on walks in this spectacular weather, memories that keep replaying in my mind translating into some very weird and disjointed dreams, very late nights and very late mornings. It’s a strange sensation feeling like everything rapidly circles around me while I stand still, unsure of the direction I should move in. Like you’re a part of something…..but then you’re not, standing on the outside looking in. I have no idea what’s going on, maybe the planets have misaligned or someone’s in retrograde, or maybe this whole fucking COVID thing has finally hit me. This too shall pass…..it always does.

Segarini: Alphabet Soup Part Two – And a Note From My Mom

Here’s Part One. If you haven’t read it yet, read it now.

Now then…first things first.

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Roxanne Tellier – The Things We Leave Behind

The battle continues to rage over what stays and what goes in the purging of my suburban bungalow. And if you think you’re sick of hearing about it, try living it. It’s mindboggling. It’s the longest and most brutal ride ever.

JAIMIE VERNON – MEMORIES FADE

This week marked two important memorial milestones in Rock and Roll History. It was 51 years ago on February 9^th that the Beatles walked into the homes of America –and the world – via ‘The Ed Sullivan Show’. The other was the 56^th anniversary of the Day the Music Died – with Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and the Big Bopper perishing in a plane crash on February 3, 1959 [in a sad coincidence, Holly’s bassist in The Crickets, Joe B. Mauldin passed away on February 7^th this year]. I’m of the generation that neither event was contemporaneous to me. I can only measure their importance by the impact crater they left on pop culture…and music specifically.

JAIMIE VERNON – SPIRIT OF ’76

 

My world in 1975 was earmarked with two rollercoaster events – the emotional and physical upheaval of my life when my parents bought a new house and uprooted us to the suburbs…and a two week trip across Canada with my grandmother in her 1972 Skylark. The trip trumped the upheaval and I slowly began to grow accustomed to my new surroundings, friends and lifestyle. So 1976 was a complete surprise when it introduced a number of firsts.