And I don’t mean the band Journey recently inducted into the supposed Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. God knows what those clowns think when they make their choices but when I look at the possible choices they could have made besides those guys… well, I won’t go there. Let me just say that I understand when people are upset when I make such statements because they have a soundtrack to their lives as well, but this isn’t their column, is it? I look at it this way— Journey had hits, yes, and made CBS one hell of a lot of money, but they didn’t have an original bone in all of their collective bodies and you will never change my mind. Hall of Fame? Not even close. Not while the hundreds more deserving are locked out. Change that to thousands.
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Frank Gutch Jr: A Journey and the Soundtrack to my Life; Angharad Drake’s New Album; The Big Bright In the Studio; Plus Notes…Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Alternate Root Magazine, Angharad Drake, Beth Ditto, Beth Garner, Blue Sky Boys, David Gogo, DBAWIS, Don & The Goodtimes, Don't Believe a Word I Say, fotheringay, Frank Gutch Jr., House of Records, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jesse Ed Davis, John K. Samson, Journey, Larry Coryell, Leonard Bernstein, Mario Lanza, music, music videos, radio, Records, Red Foley, Road Runners, Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, Sandy Denny, segarini, Six Fat Dutchmen, Sweet Home Oregon, T. Texas Tyler, The Big Bright, The Live Five, The Moguls, The Record Company, Victory At Sea, Wes Swing on April 19, 2017 by segarini
Critics called them “The Pre-Fab Four,” but a generation of little girls understood. Those of us coming into puberty, who had been just a little too young to have had fantasies about The Beatles, now had our very own super group. The Monkees were cute! They were funny! And really – could this quartet be more non-threatening? The worse that could happen would be that Davy might not get the girl … but he always did.
My best friends and I would loll around for hours, listening to their latest record, buying every copy of 16 Magazine and TIGER beat with a picture of one of the boys on the cover, and of course, watching the show every Sunday night. We’d squeal on the phone about their rumoured escapades, and dream of some day meeting a real live Monkee.