Not the political future, which has turned out bad enough, but the music future which is floundering. I saw it going awry in 1992 when I left the retail record business as it morphed to a “music industry” I never recognized. I tried to make sense of it then, wondering why the decisions being made by not just major labels but by what then was becoming an entertainment conglomerate were so unerringly ridiculous. I need to watch the documentary on Tower Records, All Things Must Pass, in detail. I need to revisit the individual instances which brought down radio, records and everything else entertainment around our ears. I need to understand who was in power, if indeed anyone was, and who made the monumental mistakes which gave us the chaos we now have.
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Frank Gutch Jr: I Have Seen the Future and It Wasn’t This…..
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Aby Wolf, Bridget Kearney, Cargoe, Chrystalship, DBAWIS, Delicate Steve, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., House of Records, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jim of Seattle, Kate Grom, licorice pizza, Malvina Reynolds, music, music videos, Nick Holmes, Peaches Records, Pete Seeger, Ratchell, Scratching the Records, segarini, Stephanie Lambring, Sweet Home Oregon, The Bankesters, The Lonely Wild, Tower Records, Wishbone Ash on January 31, 2017 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: Lighthouse Revisited, Wilderness Road, What Were the Odds (Game & Ratchell), and Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., Game, Indie Music, Lighthouse, music, Picture The Ocean, Ratchell, Records, Skip Prokop, The Cynz, Wilderness Road on October 3, 2012 by segarini“I have to tell you, New York is just like a chick. When she hates you she beats you to death, but when she loves you you know you’ve been loved…” I don’t know exactly who said that but it was a member of Lighthouse and is but one line of many out of a radio documentary on that bandyou need to hear (assuming, of course, you have any interest in the history of rock and/or jazz music at all). It was recorded during the band’s very first live gig at, of course, New York’s Carnegie Hall, a gig so impressive that fans and critics alike thought that this was the beginning of something incredibly huge. Huge it became— in Canada, at least— but the States had better things to do than to listen to the new and the odd and, to the American mainstream, horns and this jazz/rock fusion was both new and odd. Skip Prokop and crew, you see, took it further than Blood Sweat & Tears and Chicago ever did. Way further.