This week I am going to write about my Mum. One problem with writing about my Mum is that I have limited concrete evidence about her early life, for a number of reasons. Growing up in the 60’s, there were things that just weren’t discussed in front of the children. Also, for at least 2 1/2 years in the early 60’s, we had 10 people living in a 3 bedroom house, including an infant and a toddler. Opportunities for meaningful discussion were thus limited. When that situation had eased, I had become a typical self absorbed teenager, and shortly thereafter went on to try to carve out my own Life.
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Peter’s Mum Remembered
Posted in Family, Opinion, Review with tags Bob Segarini, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Fascination, Patti Page, Peter Montreuil, Shawn Green, Toronto Blue Jays on August 1, 2019 by segariniDoug Thompson: “(WE’RE GONNA) ROCK AROUND THE CLOCK” AGAIN
Posted in Opinion with tags American Film Institute, American Graffiti, Bill Haley and The Comets, Bill Haley and The Saddlemen, Bill Haley with Haley’s Comets, Billboard Magazine, Billie Holiday, Billy Crystal, Blackboard Jungle, Cashbox, Dave Prater, DBAWIS, Dean Martin, Denny Doherty, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Doris Day, Doug Thompson, Ed Sullivan, Eddie Fisher, Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra, Gene Clark, Gene Pitney, George Clooney, George Lucas, Glenn Ford, Grammy Hall of Fame, Halley’s Comet., Happy Days, International Astronomers Union, James Myers, Jim Dawson, Jimmy De Knight, jo stafford, John Phillips, Johnny Clifton and His String Band, Jr. Walker, Kay Starr, Kitty Kallen, Lionel Hampton, Louis Armstrong., Louis Jordan, Mary Wells, Max C. Freedman, Mike Smith, Milt Gabler, Motown, music, Nat King Cole, New Musical Express, Patti Page, Peggy Lee, Perry Como, Peter Ford, Pythian Temple, Records, Rock and Roll, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Rolling Stone Magazine, Rosemary Clooney, Roy Orbison, Sam & Dave), segarini, The Andrew Sisters, the Dave Clark Five, The Four Aces of Western Swing, The Ink Spots, The Weavers, Tony Bennett on November 17, 2014 by segariniThis 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.
JAIMIE VERNON – WHERE HAVE ALL THE NOVELTY SONGS GONE?
Posted in Opinion with tags Baha Men., Bing Crosby, Bob Segarini, Chipmunks, CHUM-AM, David Seville, Dickie Goodman, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Garry FERRIER, Jaimie Vernon, Jim Stafford, Loudon Wainwright III, Merv Griffin, music, novelty songs, Patti Page, Rachel Bloom, Radio Free Vestibule, Ray Stevens, Rebecca Black, Sarah Silverman, Shel Silverstein, The Fugs, Tin Pan Alley, Weird Al Yankovic, Wild Man Fischer, Zappa on May 4, 2013 by segariniThis week Frank & Moon Unit Zappa’s novelty hit “Valley Girl” turned 30 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qb21lsCQ3EM. For those too young to remember, that’s the 1982 song…not the 1983 movie starring Nicolas “I’m A Coppola So Fuck YOU!” Cage. It’s what we old geezers like to refer to as a novelty song. Novelty songs were, and should still be, tunes reflecting social trends and fads – in the guise of humourous observational commentary, parody or satire.
Roxanne Tellier: Pet Sounds
Posted in Opinion with tags Annie Lennox, Big Mama Thornton, Cat Stevens, Cats, David Bowie, DBAWIS, Dogs, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Elvis Presley, Freddie Mercury, Gilbert O’Sullivan, Harry Nilsson, Henry Gross, Iggy Pop, Jane Siberry, Joe Cocker, Johnny Cash, Led Zeppelin, Lobo, music, Nelly Furtado, Norah Jones, Patti Page, Patty Griffin, Pets, Pink Floyd, Records, Roxanne Tellier, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Shaggs, The Stooges, Tom Waits on March 24, 2013 by segarini“The Internet is a lot like ancient Egypt: people writing on walls and worshipping cats.” Cats, kittens, dogs, puppies, horses, hedgehogs … you name it. The supply of animal pictures seems to be limitless. And nothing can draw an “awww” out of even the most hardened grouch’s mouth quicker than the sight of a tiny, helpless, pink-mouthed baby anything. We are helpless before their innocent charms.