I just finished watching the documentary titled All Things Must Pass about Tower Records and their rise and fall and am going to try to tell you a bit about the record business in which I worked. First, though, a few people to whom I have talked about the film have made comments about Russ Solomon, the man behind the chain, which were none too complimentary. When I heard them, I didn’t say much because I had yet to see it and thought maybe the comments were more toward the film than Russ himself. So let me now respond to those few, none named because the conversations were private and thus not fodder for public consumption.
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Frank Gutch Jr: All Things Must Pass— Thoughts On the Record Business; No Small Children and the Radio; plus Notes To Plant In Your Head (Yes, It is Spring, Sports Fans)…Posted in Opinion, Review with tags All Things Must Pass, Barbed Wire Dolls, Dave Coker, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Flashback, Frank Gutch Jr., Indie Music, KASH, Ken Sockolov, KFLY, KGAL, KISN, KRKT, Lisa Mychols, love, Lovers & Madmen, music, music videos, No Small Children, Petunia & The Vipers, radio, Real Don Steele, Records, Russ Solomon, segarini, Sweet Home Oregon, Takashi Miyaki, The Gestures, The Grass Roots, The Leaves, The Merry Go Round, The Mojo Men, The Vejtables, Tower Records, Wes Swing on April 6, 2017 by segarini
My goddamn computer ate my column. Four hours of work down the toilet! Luckily, I prepare my Notes section in a different file. This will be short, but there are some pretty cool things in here. Next week, unless my computer acts up again (I’m blaming Trump), I will be back on track.
Frank Gutch Jr: T Bone. Got it? He’s from T exas… Glenn Patscha To Release Ten Year Old Album Because It’s a Killer!…plus NotesPosted in Opinion, Review with tags All Fires the Fire, Alpha Band, Anna Cordell, Bob Dylan, Brian Cullman, Chet Flippo, Clive Davis, David Bullock, DBAWIS, Death Hoax, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Donovan Woods, Frank Gutch Jr., Gilmore Girls, glenn patscha, Guy Clark, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Lloyd Sachs, music videos, No Small Children, Obscura Hail, Ollabelle, Phil White, Radney Foster, Records, Rollin' Thunder Revue, Scott Fraser, segarini, Songs from the Jefferson Highway, Space Opera, Sweet Home Oregon, Sycamore Creek, T-Bone Burnett, Tamara Saviano, the curtis mayflower, Whistler Chaucer Detroit & Greenhill on February 14, 2017 by segarini
But before we get started, it’s time once again to plug one of my favorite bands of all-time— those crazy elementary school teachers who change into demonic rockers at night: No Small Children. Coming off of a successful run playing the title tune from the movie Ghostbusters II, they pluck another rocker out of the air and it’s a beaut! Lay back (if you can) and listen to what the percentage of us not tied to our iThings are hearing. I Feel Better!!!
Frank Gutch Jr: John ‘Buck’ Ormsby: Maybe Out of His Tree, But Never Out of His League; Plus, Artists Who Should Have Made It (A Musical Roundup)Posted in Opinion, Review with tags DBAWIS, Dead Horses, Devon Sproule, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Five Man Electrical Band, Frank Gutch Jr., Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jim Post, Joe Lee, John 'Buck' Ormsby, John Hicks, Jr. Cadillac, Kink Ador, Lisa Joy Pimentel, Lisa O'Neill, music, music videos, New Method Blasters, No Small Children, Paul Curreri, radio, randy burns, River Rouge, Rusty Willoughby, Sage Run, segarini, Shaun Cromwell, Steve Young, The Dementians, The Fire Tapes, The Lisa Parade, The Sonics, The Wailers, Ticktockman, Toronto on November 1, 2016 by segarini
This morning was cold and wet with a chill that went to the bone, the clouds threatening, the rain off and on but somehow consistent. I knew it would be. Yesterday, my friend John Hicks had posted a message that Buck Ormsby had died. No way, I thought, because I had had contact only a few days previous— just a note, but contact. When I approached Hicks, he said that he had found out from Ormsby’s son’s page. He sent me the link and there it was. We are sorry to report… and the words became a blur. While it hardly seemed possible, Buck was gone. Is gone, for none of us will hear from him again and that is truly a sad thing.
I took a drive yesterday. I had been sitting in front of the computer screen too long and accomplishing little of anything at all and I needed a break. Usually when I hit the road I take music I need to hear for writing reasons but this time I needed time to myself. I grabbed one I had the urge to review by Town Mountain which when I pulled open the CD cover discovered was minus the disc. I had left it in my computer player at home. I have lost more than one disc that way. The other two were there though and I had heard neither all the way through for over a year: Lisa Parade‘s Finding Flora and Maxi Dunn‘s Edmund & Leo. I couldn’t wait.
…but I could never pull it together. Of course, when I was young I thought I was a musician, piddling with the tonette in fourth grade, drafted into the junior high band in the fifth grade because they badly needed a bass drum player, playing drums in what could be called a jazz band then (though we were really not good enough to be called that), playing drums in the high school band and in a couple of rock bands and carrying it on through college. I loved music and was always around it but I was never really a musician.
I used to have over 10,000 record albums. That is really not that many when you really look at it. More than you could listen to fairly in a year, I suppose. Deep enough to impress vinyl junkies, too many to impress anyone sane. Way more than enough to make my life desolate when it came to relationships.