The Segarini Interview

I don’t know if you remember me, but I used to write a column or two here back before Corona went from Beer to Pandemic, and I wasn’t nipple deep in depression and writer’s block.

It occurred to me that maybe I should stick my head out of my burrow and let you know I’m okay, but still not ready to write about my favourite subjects like Gardening, Farm Tools of History, The Humour of Carrot Top and Naked Twister. Not to mention my recent discovery of a television host who may be more annoying, desperate for your love, and as shrill as the ongoing King of Late Night Fake Laughs and Maudlin Fawning, Jimmy “Don’t Call Me Jimi” Fallon.

Anyhoo, to remind you of who I are and why I is, here’s a re-run of an interview done with the Fabulous Bill King, a treasured friend and as talented a man as you are likely to ever meet. Not only will it re-introduce me to you, but will allow me to also reassure you that given enough time, Mitch McConnell will eventually die.

Bob’s Good Friday for Jesus – GREAT Friday for Amy

Just because Mother Nature has sent us to our rooms to think about what we’ve done, doesn’t mean we have to sit around and eat everything in the house, shave the dog, dress the cat up, or duct tape the baby to the bathroom door. Not at all.

While we’re home rearranging our sock drawers and seeing if we can build a mountain made out of mashed potatoes and some of the dead houseplants on the dining room table like Richard Dreyfuss did in Close Encounters, we can also reflect on some of the good things we have done in our messy, ungrateful, lives.

Today I celebrate. Not Jesus starting a three day vaycay in a cave after a forced march carrying enough timber to build a parking lot FotoMat kiosk, but the one thing I had something to do with in my life, that I am most proud ….

My daughter’s birthday is today, and to mark the event, I am re-posting this column as I do every year, to share my love for her with you and the joy she brings to me and everyone who knows her. Lots of new pictures, some brand new words …and as always …Lots and Lots of Love.
Love you Ames …you will always be the light of my life. – Daddy

Little Bobby’s Childhood in Pictures Words and Music

 

Ahhh, February.

A flat tire on the way to Spring.

A bone chilling extra inning of shitty weather, gloomy skies, weak coffee, and runny noses. A period of time best survived by curling up on the couch with a box of alcohol, something to read, and at least one or two critters asleep on top of you generating heat, an occasional purr, and an excuse to remain on the couch as long as you can as to not disturb them.

Just think of this as something to read while you’re all scrunched up on the couch under the kitties or puppies,  a Scrapbook of sorts. One that comes with its own soundtrack and a picture of crabs.

You’re welcome.

Bill Does Bob – The Annotated Segarini Interview

Bill King is a Legend around these parts. A man of NBA qualifying height who is himself, a top of the key 3-pointer whose skills range from Band Assemblage, to Composing and Arranging, to Husbanding a bright, wine-loving, tolerant woman of limitless good humour and Sire to an equally talented and skilled Son, to Step-Fathering a plethora of tiny fur-covered Yappables, to Author, Photographer, and Archivist of Soul and Groove, Nature and Architecture, Enabler of Song Singers well known and not, Producer of fine Musical Moments both onstage and in studio, and a Master of the 88 Keys of Life, on which every piece of music in the Known Universe can be accessed or added to if one is in possession of the skill it takes to coach the notes out of the Ivories and into the Ether.

That’s Bill in a nutshell …and my longest Run-In-Sentence ever ….

Segarini: Raising Amy – The Annual Hippo Birdie Two Ewes 2019

Editor’s Note – Amy’s Birthday Week 2019!
My daughter celebrates a birthday on Wednesday, and to mark the event, I am re-posting this column as I do every year, to share my love for her with you and the joy she brings to me and everyone who knows her. Lots of new picture …and as always …Lots and Lots of Love.
Love you Ames …you will always be the light of my life. – Daddy

Segarini: Raising Amy – The Annual Hippo Birdie Two Ewes 2018

Editor’s Note – (Amy’s Birthday Week 2018!
My daughter celebrates a birthday next Tuesday, and to mark the event, I am posting a picture, and sometimes more than one every day. Those of you waiting for Part Three of “I (Still kinda) Like The Beatles, and MacMillan Loves the Rolling Stones” will have to wait until Monday or next Friday.
Even the Lords of Rock Music cannot…WILL not…take precedence over Ames’ Birthday!
This has now become a tradition….)

 

“Your Son is your Son ‘till he takes a wife, but your Daughter is your Daughter for the rest of your life”

No one seems to know who first uttered this quote, but it has definitely stood the test of time. The first time I ever heard it was from my mother when my wife and I had our one and only child. At first I thought my mother was just being (as always) supportive, because, being Italian, it is assumed I wanted a boy child to carry on the family name and be a ‘chip off the old block’. The truth of the matter is that I prayed for a little girl…and we were blessed with one of the best.

Segarini: Raising Amy – The Annual Hippo Birdie Two Ewes

“Your Son is your Son ‘till he takes a wife, but your Daughter is your Daughter for the rest of your life”

No one seems to know who first uttered this quote, but it has definitely stood the test of time. The first time I ever heard it was from my mother when my wife and I had our one and only child. At first I thought my mother was just being (as always) supportive, because, being Italian, it is assumed I wanted a boy child to carry on the family name and be a ‘chip off the old block’. The truth of the matter is that I prayed for a little girl…and we were blessed with one of the best.

Segarini: Amy’s Raised and Raising Amy’s

“Your Son is your Son ‘till he takes a wife, but your Daughter is your Daughter for the rest of your life”

No one seems to know who first uttered this quote, but it has definitely stood the test of time. The first time I ever heard it was from my mother when my wife and I had our one and only child. At first I thought my mother was just being (as always) supportive, because, being Italian, it is assumed I wanted a boy child to carry on the family name and be a ‘chip off the old block’. The truth of the matter is that I prayed for a little girl…and we were blessed with one of the best.

Segarini: Time Machine Part Two

I was either 8 or 9 years old. Young enough to do something stupid because, at that age, we all consider ourselves to be immortal, but old enough to take some precautions, which in this case meant removing the sheets and blankets from my bed and dragging the mattress through the house into the back yard and positioning it next to the garage in my mother’s peonies and petunias. I was fearless…I wasn’t even afraid of The Wrath of Mom….

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Segarini: Time Machine Part One

I am not, by nature, a nostalgic person. I do not pine for my youth, I do not dream of going back in time because they were better days, and I do not believe for one minute that everything was better in the “good old days”, especially considering that for some of you, the “good old days” were the ‘90s….

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