Rolling Stone Magazine recently released their latest ‘list’, “The 100 Greatest Songwriters” rollingstone.com). Let me repeat that title, “The 100 Greatest Songwriters”. Their descriptive line states “From Brill Building tunesmiths to Punk poets, from Woody Guthrie to Max Martin, the visionaries who defined music history.”
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JAIMIE VERNON – NINE LIVES
Posted in Opinion with tags American Psycho, Billy Joel, Bob Segarini, Bondi Junction, Brothers Gibb, Canadian Music, change, Classic Rock, David Bowie, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, driving, Elton John, Eric Clapton, graveyard sex, graveyard shift, grunge, Hip To Be Square, Huey Lewis, Jaimie Vernon, Kiss, Mall Cop, Melvins, Michael Buble, Motley Crue, nine lives, Nirvana, Paul Blart, Paul McCartney, Peter Foldy, Robin Gibb, Security Guard, soundgarden, The Bee Gees on September 20, 2014 by segarini
I find myself at the front end of yet another re-invention of myself. When last I spoke of my day job I was driving automobiles for a subcontractor to one of Canada’s only two railroads. It wasn’t CN. The job nearly killed me. It was so labour intensive and the hours were so long that I actually don’t remember getting to or from work some days.
Segarini: The Brothers Gibb
Posted in Opinion with tags Andy Gibb, Bee Gees, Cherry Cola's, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, music, Robin Gibb, segarini on May 22, 2012 by segarini
45 years ago this month I was driving back to Stockton from Los Angeles in my brand new Cadillac Eldorado. On the seat next to me was what was left of a bucket of Pioneer Take Out chicken from the little walk-up fast food outlet on Sunset Strip. It was my last stop before hitting the highway home. It was around midnight. I hadn’t eaten all day, and Pioneer made the tastiest, greasiest, chicken you could ever imagine. Next to Pioneer, KFC is flat and sadly tasteless, not to mention that when you bit into a Pioneer thigh or leg, grease squirted everywhere and the flavour of the chicken, the spices, and the breading overwhelmed you with tasty goodness…especially if you had just smoked a joint of Panama Red.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 