After ending this last year cranking out two long columns about musicians we lost, I feel the need to counterbalance. While I know that death is a part of life (indeed, life = death according to the laws of nature), it was not all that much fun to dig through the past year searching for musicians recently passed. It was, in fact, a bit of a downer. Reliving the news that I knew was not half as bad as discovering the news I had missed. All too many musicians I admire tripped off this mortal coil without so much as a thank you, Frank, it’s been fun, and I was more than a little unsettled with each discovery. But the past is the past, whether we like it or not, and it was not all bad.
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Frank Gutch Jr: 2013— A Look at the Best, plus Notes You Can Take To the Bank…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Arborea, Best of 2013, Churchwood, DBAWIS, dirtmusic, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Erin & the Wildfire, Filligar, Frank Gutch Jr., gary minkler, hymn for her, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jim Allchin, Laurie Biagini, Lisbee Stainton, Maxi Dunn, Morning Ritual, Nick Holmes, No Small Children, Records, Rita Hosking, Sera Smolen, Sheldon Gomberg, Sweet Relief III, Tamikrest, The Abramson Singers, The Big Bright, the curtis mayflower, the fearless kin, The Incurables, The Toniks, Tom Mank on January 28, 2014 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: Read It Now: A Look at the Edward R. Murrow I Remember… plus Notes You Should Read…..
Posted in Opinion with tags CBS Reports, Columbia Broadcasting System, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Edward R. Murrow, Frank Gutch Jr., Fred W. Friendly, Harvest of Shame, I Can Hear It Now, Ida Lou Anderson, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jon Gomm, Munro Melano, radio, Records, rich mcculley, Sally Rose Band, See It Now, Television, The Abramson Singers, The Hot Toddies, Tracer Flare, Washington State College on November 26, 2013 by segarini
This will not be like any other column I will write for DBAWIS. I will sound different and write differently and will, in all probability, mimic the style of one of the most influential people in my life outside of my immediate family. That style may seem outdated in this world of soundbytes and visual chicanery, a world in which you have seven seconds to catch a potential reader/viewer’s attention. It is solid and straightforward enough but would be looked upon certain pundits of pop culture as dull and outdated. Seven seconds. For most music programmers for the chains of radio stations gathered under the ever-growing corporate umbrellas, that is how much time you have to make your case. It would be enough to make Edward R. Murrow‘s eyes roll back in his head, though I am pretty sure they never did. Roll back in his head, that is. Murrow was never surprised, or didn’t appear so onscreen. And he was seldom caught off guard.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 