Archive for Montreal

Segarini: Raising Amy – The Annual Hippo Birdie Two Ewes

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 10, 2017 by segarini

Amy Cheryl

“Your Son is your Son ‘till he takes a wife, but your Daughter is your Daughter for the rest of your life”

No one seems to know who first uttered this quote, but it has definitely stood the test of time. The first time I ever heard it was from my mother when my wife and I had our one and only child. At first I thought my mother was just being (as always) supportive, because, being Italian, it is assumed I wanted a boy child to carry on the family name and be a ‘chip off the old block’. The truth of the matter is that I prayed for a little girl…and we were blessed with one of the best.

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Roxanne Tellier – Panic, Packing, and Pagliaro

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 2, 2016 by segarini

Roxanne

So .. I’m five weeks out of leaving this house, and utterly, utterly frozen in a paralysis of what comes next. Where will I be living? Still trying to figure that out.  What do I do with all of this STUFF .. so much on the go, it’s like living in  the largest and untidiest stress bubble on the planet.

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Roxanne Tellier – Bob Segarini ..the Man, the Myth, the Legend …

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 21, 2016 by segarini

Roxanne

He calls me Mrs Parker; I call him my Robert Benchley.

But how did it all begin, you ask? Well, It all started at a small 5000 watt radio station in Fresno, California … no, wait ..that’s Ted Baxter’s story. Here’s what really happened …

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Roxanne Tellier – Mike McKenna, Guitar Legend

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 15, 2016 by segarini

Roxanne

1969 or maybe early 1970.A darkened Montreal rec room, outside sound dulled by faux wood paneling and shag carpeting, with the ubiquitous mirrored bar off to the side. My girlfriend, Colleen, and I slink into the room, prepared to be kicked out by her big brother Bill, the music maven of her family, if we giggled too much.If we behaved, we’d be allowed to listen, at least for a while, to the new record Bill had brought home to enjoy with some of his cooler (and older, so therefore hotter)  friends.  We crept into the darkness, wide eyed.

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Segarini: Amy’s Raised and Raising Amy’s

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 8, 2016 by segarini

Amy Cheryl

“Your Son is your Son ‘till he takes a wife, but your Daughter is your Daughter for the rest of your life”

No one seems to know who first uttered this quote, but it has definitely stood the test of time. The first time I ever heard it was from my mother when my wife and I had our one and only child. At first I thought my mother was just being (as always) supportive, because, being Italian, it is assumed I wanted a boy child to carry on the family name and be a ‘chip off the old block’. The truth of the matter is that I prayed for a little girl…and we were blessed with one of the best.

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JAIMIE VERNON – TO THE BOOKMOBILE

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 2, 2016 by segarini


Jaimie Vernon_Viletones Last week I wrote about working on Skip Prokop’s upcoming biography project and how we’re attempting to raise funds to get the thing written and published. https://kapipal.com/projects/skip-prokop-biography-project/

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Roxanne Tellier – Christmas and Snowbound in the Treasured Past

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 13, 2015 by segarini

Roxanne

My mum embodied the Spirit of Christmas. She loved everything about the holiday, and she made every one of my childhood Christmas’ as merry and bright as she could.

She’d grown up in the depression – she knew Christmas wasn’t about money. When times were tough, she’d tell us it would be a “Hoodoo McFiggin” year – that meant the only presents would be things she had to buy us anyway, just to keep us clothed and fed – underwear, socks, boots.  Presents were lovely, but some years, presents could wait.Christmas was about gathering with family, and sharing what we did have, and what we had to spare was love.

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