Remember when I said 2012 was the best year ever in music? 2013 is even at this early date biting 2012 on the ass. Artists are lining up with what I am sure is going to be a run and a half of outstanding and, in some cases, mindblowing offerings. Rather than wait and write about them pretty much after the fact, let us dig in now in a sort of anticipatory way, shall we?
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Frank Gutch Jr: Up-and-Comers for 2013, Why All the Covers, Mental Tracks, and Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags carl anderson, city zu, copper & glass, cross & ross, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, edmund & leo, elks in paris, era for a moment, Eric Lichter, fauntella crow, fotheringay, Frank Gutch Jr., funnel cloud, hem, hymn for her, Ian Hunter, Indie Artists, Indie Music, jim henman, Jon Gomm, Ken Stringfellow, Kim Grant, Laurie Biagini, Lisa Parade, little steven, Maxine Dunn, michael fennelly, music, nadas, No Small Children, peace in the end, Phillip Goodhand-Tait, randy hansen, Records, rich mcculley, sally ellyson, seafair bolo records, the curtis mayflower, The Lonely Wild, the young men, when I'm president on February 20, 2013 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: RIP – Pocahontas Illinois Cloud (Plus a Retrospective of Maggi, Pierce & EJ and Hymn For Her), and That Elusive Research Turtles Release Becomes Imminent….
Posted in Opinion with tags Craig Elkins, crooked numbers, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, ej simpson, flamethrowers, Frank Gutch Jr., Green Pajamas, hymn for her, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Keith Morris, lucy tight, lunic, maggi jane, maggi pierce & ej, monterey pop, music, pierce ternay, pokey, randy hansen, Research Turtles, sopwith camel, tommy womack, wayne waxing on August 15, 2012 by segarini
Yesterday was rough. What should have been a fantastic day, one heralding the release of the long-awaited Research Turtles‘ Mankiller Pt. 2 EP, turned incredibly somber when I stumbled upon a post by Hymn For Her‘s Lucy Tight that Pokey had tripped off this mortal coil, and if that sounds a bit flippant, I assure you that it’s not. Pokey was a dog, mind you, but not just any dog. A very human dog. Though I had only met him twice and only for short periods, we were friends.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 