A reaction to America’s president telling four Congresswoman of colour to “go back to where they came from?”
Archive for protest songs
Roxanne Tellier: I Protest!
Posted in Opinion with tags Barry McGuire, Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Bob Segarini, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Crosby, Daft Punk, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Ferguson, G-Dragon, Gemini Space Mission, Gil Scott Heron, Greece, James Brown, Jennifer Lawrence, Joel Little, John F. Kennedy, Kent State, Lorde, McDonalds, Michael Brown, Missouri, Nash, Neil Young, Nicki Minaj., P.F. Sloan, police brutality, protest songs, Public Enemy, racism, Rage Against the Machine, reggae, Richard Nixon, Roxanne Tellier, Sam Cooke, Skins, South Korea, Spike Lee, Stills, The Byrds, The Turtles, United States Supreme Court, Vietnam War, Woody Guthrie on September 14, 2014 by segarini
So if I’ve got 41 new messages on Facebook, 3 books that have to be returned to the library, and the kugel will be ready at 7 p.m., how many nude photos did Jennifer Lawrence upload to the cloud? Answer: One tin soldier ran away.
JAIMIE VERNON – OH! CANADA? THE OTHER SONGS OF MY PEOPLE
Posted in Opinion with tags 54.40, alice cooper, April Wine, Birthday, Bob Dylan, Bob Segarini, Buffy Sainte Marie, Canada Day, Canadian Music, Chicago, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eddie Schwartz, folk movement, Frank Sinatra, Gordon Peterson, Greenwich Village, Guess Who, Hootie & The Blowfish, Hudson's Bay, I Go Blind, Ian & Sylia Tyson, Ian Thomas, Indio, Jaimie Vernon, Joe Cocker, Joni Mitchell, Manfred Mann, Marc Jordan, My Way, Neil Young, Paul Anka, protest songs, Rhythm of My Heart. Tillsonburg, Rod Stewart, Rolf Kempf, Santana, The Tonight Show, Universal Soldier, Yorkville on June 28, 2014 by segarini
Tuesday marks the 147th birthday of this great Dominion known as Canada. Though we’re not quite as old as our brother to the south, our European lineage dates back to May 2, 1670 when the Dread Pirate Ernie Hudson got his ship stranded in the northern waters of the arctic looking for a direct passage to Santa’s Workshop. He and the crew survived on nothing but Her Queen’s Own Biscuits, Tea 
Candles and striped blankets knitted from the wool of extinct mammoths. The native population had already been here 11,000 years longer and resented the idea that you now had to trade 10 beaver pelts to get a birch bark canoe. We’ve come a long way since then but still pride ourselves on our cultural diversity, beavers, hockey and fornicating while watching hockey. Oh, and we seem to be able to write a mean ditty (not “diddy” you internet meme idiots).
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 