It’s going to be a busy week. A very, very, busy week. IT’S CMW TIME!!! Registration has begun. Lanyards and wristbands retrieved, hotel scoped out and the first shoot of the week tonight at the Smiling Buddha.
It’s going to be a busy week. A very, very, busy week. IT’S CMW TIME!!! Registration has begun. Lanyards and wristbands retrieved, hotel scoped out and the first shoot of the week tonight at the Smiling Buddha.
I have recently rediscovered (for the umpteenth time) an entire box of music, lyrics, short stories and pics stretching from the late 1930s to 1949. The collection once belonged to my late mother-in-law, Penny Blythe. Since she was born in 1924, by my calculation, she started collecting Hit Parader, Sing, Hit Radio Songs, Big Song Magazine, Song Hit Folio, etc. when she was a young teenager. They contain hundred of song lyrics and the list of performers is endless. Some names I am familiar with but many I’ve never heard of.
My last blog on January 26th on “The Wrecking Crew” documentary went through the roof in terms of readership, so Boss Segarini tells me. I think that’s mainly because Denny Tedesco, the Director of the documentary about the session musicians of the ‘60’s and ‘70’s, re-posted it to his list of contacts.
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’d been longing to see the Academy Award winning documentary film “20 Feet from Stardom” since it first came out in 2013, but it was only recently that I actually had the chance.
I worked with a guy for four or five years who had never read a book after college. He read, he just didn’t read books (which had me scratching my head until I developed a bald spot). Books have always been part of my life. As a child and even toddler, books were a never ending source of pleasure. So how is it, I ask myself, that people hate to read? And I think I have found the answer. They haven’t found anything which, to them, is worth reading. Books are like music in the forest for the trees idiom. There are so damn many choices, one has no idea where to start. Well, for people who love music, the obvious starting point is books about music (or would that be “are”?). Like soul? Find a book about soul music. Love country? There are tons of biographies of country artists, past and present, and even books about country’s musical past. Blues? The same. Rock? Too many to count.