A number of months ago I wrote about Canadian music here on DBAWIS. That column included mentions of The Dementians, Laurie Biagini, Lisa O’Neill, Eric Corne, Shade, White Light Machine, Lester Quitzau, and Redgy Blackout. There has been a lot of water under the bridge since then and Canada, like every other country in the musical world, is cranking more music out by the hour, it seems, and good music it is. It is funny, but when I write about music in the States, it seems like (and I know it is only in my head) I am writing about the obvious. Canada, though, is another world and an adventure I so enjoy experiencing that I am going to take a little mental break and update you on a few of those listed the first go-round and break a little ground with a handful of artists from the Far Northlands about which/whom I have not yet written. Much.
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Frank Gutch Jr: O Canada! You’re Music To My Ears, Part Deux! Another Look at New Canadian Music Really Worth Hearing….. Steve Young and Jubal Lee Young Play Eugene….. Jon Gomm and Canada….. and NOTES!!!
Posted in Opinion with tags Buxter Hoot'n, Dala, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eric Corne, Frank Gutch Jr., Indie Music, J.D. Souther, Jon Gomm, Jubal Lee Young, Laurie Biagini, Lester Quitzau, Lisbee Stainton, Mena Hardy, Picture The Ocean, Poco, Redgy Blackout, Rheostatics, Sean Kelly, Shade, Steve Young, Susanna Hoffs, Tim Vesely, Violet Archers, Xprime on July 7, 2012 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: O Canada! (You’re Music to My Ears)
Posted in Opinion with tags DBAWIS, Dementians, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eric Corne, Frank Gutch Jr., Laura Biagini, Lester Quitzau, Lisa O'Neill, Redgy Blackout, Shade, The White Light Machine on September 21, 2011 by segariniRepeat after me. “There just isn’t any good music out there these days.” Repeat it again. And again. And again. Repeat it a thousand times and it will be no truer than it was the first time. There is more good music out there than there has ever been. Truth is, we have forgotten how to listen. We went through a golden age of radio and had our music handed to us by a system controlled by people who supposedly knew what they were doing and we’ve gotten lazy. We are the fattened calves, awaiting sustenance from the gods. We are pools of fat melted on the car seat. And seriously, dude, there just isn’t any good music out there any more.