I know, I know. I was the one screaming the loudest and the longest about local news hyping first the Microsoft system upgrades and the the latest iThing of the moment, but this ain’t no news program and I am promoting this for a reason. I try to get you guys interested in music, which isn’t always easy, and the I have to listen to the “there ain’t no good music anymore” and “it’s all been done before” excuses. Well, here we are, then. I have some music for you which not only precludes the music that was good before good became bad, but it’s on sale. That’s right. Until October 2nd, Real Gone Music is pumping some of my favorite music, this time not of the day but of the past. Sale items are CDs, folks. Whether you like them or not.
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Frank Gutch Jr: Stone Darling (A Bio I’m Afraid Not To Believe), Them Crazy Multi-Tasking Artists, Time-Travel to Washington D.C. Circa 1970, and Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Annie McLoone, Bacon Brothers, Bill Mumy, British Walkers, Claude Jones, Crank, DBAWIS, Don Grady, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., Grin, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jeff Bridges, Kim Grant, Kris Kristofferson, music, Nils Lofgren, Phil Collins, rebecca pidgeon, Records, Rick Nelson, Rick Springfield, Roger Daltry, Roy Buchanan, Roy Rogers, Sageworth & Drums, Sons of the Pioneers, Stephen Bruton, Stone Darling, Tractor, Walter Egan, Whispering Pines on April 3, 2013 by segariniI swear to God, when Kim Grant is not pushing me toward something, she is. A simple post of a video in her last newsletter (see the link at the beginning of the Notes section) regarding The Grand Ole Echo dragged me in an unsuspecting direction, this time to a group out of L.A. calling themselves Stone Darling. Kim, of course, knows my Achilles Heel (Whispering Pines, for all who don’t know) and knows I cannot resist a short walk through the pines, and I’m pretty sure she posts these things just for me because I ask around occasionally and none of my friends seem to know anything (but come to think of it, they don’t know anything about anything). This time, though, I’m not sure what she’s gotten me into. Want a hint? Read this bio written by one Eric Filipkowski: