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Frank Gutch Jr: Diament Is an Ear’s Best Friend; Little Lonely Rocks the Furniture; Impending Releases; and a Raft of Notes…..

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 26, 2014 by segarini

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Barry Diament.  Odds are, you’ve never heard of him— or think you haven’t.  The truth is, though, that if you have albums or CDs by Bad Company or Hoodoo Gurus or Led Zeppelin or Linda Ronstadt, you could have some of his work in your collection.  Diament, you see, has mastered or remastered  albums by those and many other musical artists.  What is mastering?  According to Hoyle (erm, Wikipedia):

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Frank Gutch Jr: Bobby Singh— Photo-Chronicling Toronto’s Music Scene; Shari Ulrich & Julia Graff— It’s a Family Thing; A Trifecta of Concept Albums; and Notes…..

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 20, 2014 by segarini

FrankJr2Shari Ulrich, in her latest blog, talks about the future from a perspective of the past, her point being that she had not even an inkling of what was to happen while it was even happening.  To live in the present is, in essence, to live in the future because time has no on and off buttons.  Every second we live is another second into the future and another second away from the past.  We experience it on an ongoing basis, the seconds ticking away into minutes and then hours and then days and then weeks until we are at a point we stop (though it never really stops) and look back, wiping our brows and wondering, where did it all go?  And wish that we had maybe paid more attention.

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Frank Gutch Jr: FREE DOWNLOADS? What? Is It Christmas Already?… Kail Baxley: Music Even Your Momma Would Like… and a Little Knowledge in the Form of Notes…..

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 31, 2012 by segarini

Boy, the things some of us have to do to find the free stuff, eh?  I was sitting back enjoying college football Saturday when Erin Ivey busts down the door and starts screaming about this Emily Wolfe character and how I have to listen to her album and maybe I can get a free download or something.  I was about to throw her out when she got to the “free” part and, well, you know me— cheapest sonofabitch in the lower 48— so I heard her out, checked out Wolfe’s music and then tossed Ivey out on her keister, after which I calmly downloaded Wolfe’s Director’s Notes.  At least, that’s the way I choose to remember it and I’m sticking to it.

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