Again, my column has been waylaid. There is something in my universe which gets in the way of every other column I sit down to write. This time it has to do with my favorite of the grunge bands in Seattle back when grunge was just a child— Son of Man. I think that band and Screaming Trees were the only bands I paid close attention to back then, at least when it came to the up-and-comers. Each had a certain undefinable something which made me sit up and listen. Each has held up well as the years have passed. One day I will post a list of my very favorite albums over the years and the Trees’ Sweet Oblivion will be there as will the lost “album” of Son of Man— I say lost because I am not really sure whether an album was the intention, they being handed to me on cassette as “demos”.
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Frank Gutch Jr: Lavacado, The Pick Brothers, Buster, Edie Carey & Sarah Sample, and Jenn Lindsay— It Ain’t All Hard Day’s Night & Pink Floyd Out There, Folks…..
Posted in Opinion with tags 'Til the Morning, Allora Eccola, Bob Segarini, Buster, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Edie Carey, Frank Gutch Jr., Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jenn Lindsay, Kristy Kruger, Lavacado, music, music videos, Phoebe Bridgers, Records, Sarah Sample, Son of Man, Tal Goettling, Teach Me Equals, Tess Berger, The Pick Brothers, Uphill Both Ways on July 8, 2014 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: Tin Soldiers and Nixon Coming; The Beginning and End of War; The Professor (Brady Earnhart) Is Back; and Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Amanda Anne Platt, Brady Earnhart, Columbines, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Fin Records, Frank Gutch Jr., gary minkler, Honeycutters, Hood Smoke, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jack Endino, Jr. Cadillac, Low Hums, Mariana Bell, music, music videos, Records, red dress, Sage Run, Sam Morrow, Soundcarriers, Strobel Rambler, Teach Me Equals, The Beginning and End of War on June 17, 2014 by segariniI was drafted in 1969 to fight a war I did not believe could even happen yet was embraced by the US of A as a way of stopping the dreaded Red Menace. I knew it was coming and would have most likely headed for Canada but for a father my doing so would have destroyed, so I didn’t go. I spent the previous four years at the University of Oregon with flammable draft card in my pocket (a 4-A college deferment marking me a coward in many people’s minds) and a growing hatred for conservatives willing to talk but not willing to go.