The stars have finally aligned, sports fans! You can delete my queries about Carrie Biell because I have found her after a ten year search. I should say that my buddy at KEXP radio, Tom Smith, found her. Well, maybe a friend of Tom’s. Or a friend of Tom’s friend. Ach! It doesn’t matter. The important thing that she is found. The other important thing is that she is writing again and has already jumped back into the deep end of the musical pool.
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Frank Gutch Jr: In Anticipation of Moon Palace; The Space Opera Trilogy; and Notes and Nothing But the Notes…..Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Alialujah Choir, Brandy Zdan, Brett Wilson, Child, David Bullock, DBAWIS, Debacle Records, Devon Sproule, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Elkhorn, Fort Worth, Frank Gutch Jr., Indie Artists, Indie Music, Music Radio, music videos, No Vacation, Phil White, radio, Records, Safe at Home, Scott Fraser, segarini, Space Opera, Susanna Rose, Sweet Home Oregon, The Widowmakers, Tim Browning, Zombie vs. Shark on March 22, 2017 by segarini
I was originally going to call this column “The Father of Teenage America”, but Chuck Berry’s influence on and understanding of that awkward stretch of road between 12 and 20 not only heralded America’s shift from buttoned-down conformity to unbuttoned rebellion, spread far past the borders of his home and native land and spilled out across the globe on the wings of three chords and poetic genius.
Fueled by unbridled energy, and embraced by a post war population of disenfranchised kids with No Particular Place to Go, Chuck Berry’s legacy continues unabated 50 years later.
Frank Gutch Jr: A Spoon Full of Estrogen Helps the Music Go Down (Easier)— A Glance at The 81s with Luella, Elouise, and Goldie Wilson; Plus Notes…Posted in Opinion with tags Dala, Dam Miraldi, DBAWIS, Deep Water, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Elouise, Frank Gutch Jr., Goldie Wilson, Indie Artists, Indie Music, J.D. Malone, Jenna Fournier, Luella Mathes, music, music videos, nocona, radio, Records, Rose Bergdoll, segarini, Sheila Carabine, Sinking Creek, Sweet Home Oregon, The 81s, Tim Carroll, Tom Siering, Uzelli on March 14, 2017 by segarini
Women. You can’t live with ’em and you can’t live without ’em, so the general attitude seems to be. These days, it’s a topic I would rather not broach, so many ready to take offense at the drop of a hat, but who can blame them? The United States, in my mind one of the most open cultures in the world (until the Orange Shitgibbon came along), never gave them their just due. We said we did, but saying and doing are so far apart anymore. Maybe always was. I was fortunate enough to have grown up in a family which was as close as you could probably get to democratic. Not in the early days, of course, but who would want to put a family at the mercy of a five- or eleven-year old? Still, us kids were included in most decisions— the ones which involved us kids, anyway.
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: Can’t You Smell That Smell; Meet Bob Blackburn (and Bob Blackburn); the Annual John Rocker Report; and Notes… It’s All About Baseball, Sports FansPosted in Opinion, Review with tags Abramson Singers, Bob Blackburn, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Elise Davis, Frank Gutch Jr., Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jerry Dennon, Joe Cunningham, John Rocker, Keith Morris & The Crooked Numbers, KEX, KWJJ, Multnomah Stadium, music, Music Radio, music videos, Oregon State Beavers, Portland Beavers, radio, Records, Rollie Truitt, Seattle Super Sonics, segarini, Sweet Home Oregon, Vaughn Street on February 28, 2017 by segarini
That’s right, sports fans, I smell baseball. When I was a kid, sports were seasonal. When the seasons changed, so did the sport. It’s hard for me to relate to sports these days. Football goes all the way into February. God knows when basketball ends (seems like it goes on forever— in the Pros, at least). And baseball ends about when the snow flies. But it always begins in Spring and it’s Spring now. Almost.
Frank Gutch Jr: The Bluest Skies You Ever Seen: A View, Not a History, of Seattle Rock Music; Plus a Couple of Notes…..Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Arthur Roberts, Bill Scorzari, Bob Blackburn, Book of Hours, Capping Day, Danger Bunny, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., George Romansic, Green Monkey Records, Green Pajamas, Howie Wahlen, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jeff Kelly, Jon Auer, Ken Stringfellow, Kim the Waitress, Laura Weller, Lila Blue, Liquid Generation, Mike Musburger, music, music videos, Poison in the Russian Room, radio, Radio Van Gogh, Records, Son of Man, Sweet Home Oregon, The Posies, Tom Dyer on February 22, 2017 by segarini
And it’s my view. It won’t mention Heart except to say that I knew their days were well past when they became a tribute band (and it was long before The Kennedy Center performance) and it won’t mention Nirvana because, let’s face it, Nirvana has already been mentioned enough (Okay, I might mention them once). I might mention Perry Como, though, because he had the hit with those lyrics and I might mention Bobby Sherman (just for the hell of it). I will mention many artists and bands of evidently little consequence outside of that fair city because I certainly do not hear them mentioned by people outside the Pac Northwest (by the people I know, anyway). But first, should you think Seattle a mere backdrop for movies and TV programs, let us look at what the youth think, and before you start pounding the keyboard in protest, I have not vetted the information and don’t really care (though having lived in Seattle for over thirteen years, I can attest to the fact that everyone does love Dick’s… Drive-In, and how can you not love the fact that they have a train/trolley called the SLUT). I’m just glad to see the youth making this attempt:
My yardstick for music is a simple one. If everyone likes it, it can’t be worth a shit. Think Hitler as a rock star. He, too, had a following, though few would own up to being part of it after the finale. What is it that makes everyone so enamored with this musician as opposed to this other musician who is playing practically the same thing? Hell if I know. How does one become a hit overnight? Hell if I know. Why are people attracted to certain artists, en masse? You guessed it. Hell if I know. But I can goddamn guarantee you that while you are talking about the Lady Gaga halftime show, and my guess is that most of you talking about music are, you’re missing a few thousand musicians worth hearing, some of them playing music way outside the formulaic box the Gaga has built for herself. Taylor Swift? I love some of her songs but there are songs as good as that out there if you take the time to listen.