History? A waste of time? I have heard that said way too many times over the years. Admittedly, most of those years were academic years. I loved the time I spent in school, elementary on, and even considered taking classes at the University of Washington during my tenure at Peaches Records back in the eighties (for fun, not for credit). There is something about the smell of a campus, be it major college or small technical school, which makes my heart beat a bit faster. Just the act of learning changes things for me and I love watching people expand their horizons— in positive ways, of course.
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Frank Gutch: Lost Sounds Montana: Mining Gold… Time For Dinner: Michael Dinner, That Is… A Night at the Bombs Away With Rich McCulley… And Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Audrey Rose, Dave Martens, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., Indie Artists, Indie Music, Keys Lounge Allstars, licorice pizza, Lisbee Stainton, Lost Sounds Montana, Mark Lindsay, Michael Dinner, Peaches Records, Records, rich mcculley, The Best Westerns, The Chosen Few, The Initial Shock, The Vulcans, Todd Herfindal on August 21, 2013 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: Fun With 45s (Into the Depths of Hell), Jess Pillmore Breaks Her Silence, and Notes…..
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That’s what one of my old girlfriends used to call hanging out at my place. The Depths of Hell. Of course, as far as I could tell, anyplace which did not exclusively play everything Los Angeles was hell to her. Linda Ronstadt. The Eagles. Joni Mitchell. Jackson Browne. Gawd, but I always thought if there was a hell on Earth, it was Los Angeles. Soft Rock hell. Bland hell. Mediocre hell. Just plain hell.
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