The first thing David Bullock said to me when I asked about his new EP, In the Waking World, was, and this is paraphrased, “How do I write my bio without emphasizing Space Opera?” I wanted to say hell if I know but the more I thought about it the easier it seemed. Only because I probably know more about that band than maybe a dozen people out there (beyond the crazies who go out of their ways to find out what a musician has for breakfast).
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Frank Gutch Jr: David Bullock: The Price of Obscurity and the Struggle For Balance; Plus Notes
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags American West, bill jackson, Circumstantial Evidence, David Bullock, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., Frank Secich, Hardin Burns, In the Waking World, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jeff Ellis, jim colegrove, Keith Morris, Laura Oden, Little Whisper & The Rumors, Matthew Zeltzer, Merrell Fankhauser, Michael Harrison, music, music videos, Nobby Clegg, OK GO, radio, Research Turtles, Ric Todd, Space Opera, Stephen Bruton, susan james, The Big Motif, The Bluebonnets, The Crooked Numbers, The Lonely Wild on November 10, 2015 by segariniFrank 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: