Bob Stories Opinions and Advice 10 Years On

Don’t Believe a Word I Say has existed as first a column at FYIMusic.com, then in its own self-titled blog for going on 11 years now.

Before this, I dabbled in music, radio, and television for 50 years or so, and feel I have experienced enough to have a fairly informed opinion of my related careers, and the love/hate relationship that comes with a passion and lust for life and its challenging hurdles.

The following has been culled from the first 6 months of this entities existence, which has been updated but not changed in any way, so when I said something stupid then, it remains stupid now. New pictures have been added, and some comments, which will be in italics.

Enjoy the sunshine and the first sign of Spring …mud. Read this when it rains again …or snows …or the cat won’t get off your lap. – Bob

Peter Recalls His School Daze ….

After I had graduated from “The Barnyard” 1), I continued my education at the Orillia District Collegiate & Vocational Institute 2), situated at the corners of West Street North 3) and Borland Street in Orillia, naturally enough.

Pat Blythe – ON THE ROAD: With ONES, In England, At the London Bluesfest Finale…and Music!

Guess what? I have to write a column today. It’s supposed to post tomorrow (Wednesday). I should have it done today but……. I don’t have writer’s block. In fact, I have far too much to write about. All kinds of music and such I’d like to share. Events past, just happened and future. Problem is, it doesn’t in fit in a single piece. This is not a “one size fits all”, the old 500 words or less…. Nope, I’m beginning to feel like the late, great, Frank Gutch Jr. I don’t think anything less that 5,000 words could pour out of his brain. I think he got up to 13,000 at one point. I’m neither that verbose or knowledgeable but we did share a deep passion for music and for sharing it. I fear it’s gonna be a very, very, very late night…………………….

Q: Are He Not Peter Montreuil? A: He Are Indie!

Thanks for the responses to last week’s column. I realize that the column was a little disjointed, or more disjointed than usual, but it was a very frightening time for me, and I had to face some demons head on, so the structure of that column accurately reflected my mental state at the time.

Bob Quickly Ties Up Loose Ends….and Finally Finishes that Beatle/Rolling Stone Thing-y

Let’s see…where were we? Gimme a sec…hold on…oh yeah!

Let’s clear up the silly stuff going on right now before we wrap up the whole “Beatles/Stones” thing.

Yanny vs Laurel – Didn’t click on it, don’t know what it means, don’t give a fuck.

Politics – Trump and Ford. I don’t bother anymore. They both say/do stupid shit, then everybody argues. Shut up about the Conservatives/Republicans and vote the bastards out of office so I can see something besides the constant, boring, whiney, bullshit all over social media, and return to the joy of Kitties and Puppies Riding Roombas, Cheesecake pictures from the past, and videos of women who drive away from gas stations (or electrical stations) with the hose still dragging behind their car, and pictures of your kids/grandkids being used for everything from doorstops to pillows when their Dad’s and Grand Dad’s babysit. With the ability to scroll past the constant stream of Political debate, I now use the time to get in some quality Angry Birds action….

Segarini – I (Still Kinda) Like the Beatles and MacMillan Loves the Rolling Stones Part Three

When adults started wearing Beatle Wigs at their cocktail parties and tried to dance to I Wanna Hold Your Hand, a lot of kids were so embarrassed and angry that Mom and Dad were attempting to join the club, I was surprised most of the parents were allowed to live.

How dare they love what we love, how can my stupid parents join the party and ruin our fun? Why are OUR Beatles sooo lovable that even OUR PARENTS approve of them?

…and in response, a benevolent and caring God created the Rolling Stones. From Part Two

Segarini – I (Still Kinda) Like the Beatles and MacMillan Loves the Rolling Stones Part Two

Rock and Roll, that most American hybrid of Country and Blues had come along and dethroned the OTHER American music, Jazz, and looked to be numero uno for many years. The burgeoning generation that became known as Baby Boomers were reaching puberty and beyond, and they were the largest segment of the population. Rock and Roll DID have a good run…but it wasn’t the Americans who took it to prominence the world over…it was those fucking kids who looked like girls and could barely play. – From Part One