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Roxanne Tellier – Don’t Get Around Much Any More

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 26, 2016 by segarini


Ach and oy vey! This house move is cramping my style, big time. Haven’t been able to get out to a lot of events, because time’s a ticking, and there’s only so many hours in a day. I’d like to say I’ve become more selective in my outing choices. But the truth is, moving and packing is a bitch. There just isn’t any time to gallivant around.

But let me tell you about two recent events I did manage to squeeze in. Both were wonders in their own ways.

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Pat Blythe – Seems Like Only Yesterday….

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 13, 2016 by segarini


Jesse Winchester, a performer, singer, song writer, a gentle man who influenced many….a man who’s music touched many and a man who is greatly missed. “Jesse Winchester was so talented a singer and songwriter that Bob Dylan said of him, “You can’t talk about the best songwriters and not include him.” His songs, overflowing with images and emotions from his own life, were recorded by singers such as Bonnie Raitt, Elvis Costello, Joan Baez, Jimmy Buffett, James Taylor and Emmylou Harris.”

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Darrell Vickers: Mr. John We Hardly Knew Ye

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 26, 2012 by segarini

Most people have the misguided, almost laughable-if-it-weren’t-so-cryable, perception that being a TV comedy writer is a glamorous occupation.  Admittedly, if your definition of epic razzmatazz is living out your days staring at a computer screen and despising the entire universe then yes, by all means, we are up to our naughty parts in tinsel and glitter.

Oh sure, there have been a few fleeting nanoseconds that have come close to some sort of spellbinding glitz.  I’ve been nominated for four Emmys.  Lost each and every time.  I guess that makes me the Buffalo Bills of comedy.  There’s this marvelous moment when you get out of the stretch limo in front of the Shrine Auditorium.  At first, there’s an electrical surge of excitement that goes through the crowd which quickly turns to crestfallen bitterness when they realize that it’s only you.  In that instant, you become the turd in the entertainment world’s punchbowl.

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