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GARY PIG GOLD – FRANKIE TEARDROP

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , on October 15, 2018 by segarini

Ten so long years ago, a random gathering of some of the best musicians from Canada’s greatest musical berg threw themselves onstage as part of the annual Locke Street Festival. Spearheaded by veteran Hammerhead Tom Wilson, said ad-hoc combo was busy rocking and rolling things all the way up that street as the sun slid down when suddenly, a most familiar figure was spotted nearby.

The lead singer of the one, the only, Teenage Head.

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Gary Pig Gold – TOO TOUGH TO DIE: GOD SAVED DEE DEE RAMONE AND PUNK ROCKERS EVERYWHERE

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , on September 11, 2018 by segarini

I just want to walk right out of this world,

coz everybody has a poison heart

(Dee Dee Ramone, Daniel Rey)

Time to go listen to “Wart Hog” again…
(musician-actor-fan Robbie Rist)

His speech was inarticulate;

His songs were not

(Carl Cafarelli, “This Is Rock ‘N’ Roll Radio”)

Dee Dee was the most important musician in the history of punk rock,

and probably the most overlooked

(John Holmstrom, editor/publisher of PUNK Magazine)

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Mike Marino – Pissed Off, Billy Joel, and The 5,000 Dollar Computer Heart Attack!

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , on July 31, 2018 by segarini

This is a compost pile of radio refuse that has filled the landfill landscape of my trek across the continent of radio from California to Maine and every FM bordello in between. In no particular order this is more of a shotgun approach than that of a marksman.

General Managers of radio stations are fun to fuck with because, number one, they’re easy targets and you come out unscathed if you have the ratings. They know better than to bite the hand that feeds them… revenue.

I discovered a long time ago they are called “General” Managers because they lack “specific” knowledge of what radio is…a few exceptions to the rule of course.

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Mike Marino – Dead Air and Radio Dazed – Joe Walsh’d!

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on July 3, 2018 by segarini
When I say I was Joe Walsh’d, I don’t mean I was so taken with his music that I bought every last piece of vinyl of his from his James Gang days in Cleveland to his soaring Eagle days.

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Mike Marino – A Chimpanzee and Jerry Mathers as The Beaver!

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , on June 19, 2018 by segarini
 
Radio was also a garden of interviews with the famous, infamous and not so famous or infamous to a crazed chimpanzee that was a last minute Bay Area fill in for a no show Jerry Mathers as the Beaver. Quite honestly the Chimp was more exciting. I have all these taped and in my possession and when I need a reality check and humility fix..I put them on and enjoy the flubs, bloopers and operator error fuck ups.

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Mike Marino – CJOM, Tim Buckley, The Rock and Roll Farm, and The Grande Old Dame

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 12, 2018 by segarini

The 70’s in Detroit! Live local bands, rock and roll venues were everywhere! Beer was cheap at the clubs and it was a Rock and Roll solar system as were most large cities with local live music!

I’ve written many pieces about radio..mostly major highlights I experienced, but there were also those little pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that gave life to that career and not just a few laughs so I will explore my cranial caverns of memory to let them fall to the digital page, that is if they agree to….

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Mike Marino Asks:.. “When A Canadian Rock Station and a Hash Pipe Meet In a Head On Collision – Free Concerts in a Biker Park?”

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 5, 2018 by segarini

1973…Dee-troit radio was a mixture of formats and talent. The Drake-Chenault Big Boss Jocks to Casey Kasem Top 40 shmaltz. The AM airwaves were a congested freeway of screaming Pukers as we refer to the “old school” of over enunciation and pseudo-hip chatter that not only came from somewhere deep in the cave of ego, dark and forbidding, but was delivered faster than bullets from a machine gunning killer of the old Detroit Purple Gang during prohibition.

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