But before we get started, it’s time once again to plug one of my favorite bands of all-time— those crazy elementary school teachers who change into demonic rockers at night: No Small Children. Coming off of a successful run playing the title tune from the movie Ghostbusters II, they pluck another rocker out of the air and it’s a beaut! Lay back (if you can) and listen to what the percentage of us not tied to our iThings are hearing. I Feel Better!!!
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Frank Gutch Jr: T Bone. Got it? He’s from T exas… Glenn Patscha To Release Ten Year Old Album Because It’s a Killer!…plus NotesPosted in Opinion, Review with tags All Fires the Fire, Alpha Band, Anna Cordell, Bob Dylan, Brian Cullman, Chet Flippo, Clive Davis, David Bullock, DBAWIS, Death Hoax, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Donovan Woods, Frank Gutch Jr., Gilmore Girls, glenn patscha, Guy Clark, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Lloyd Sachs, music videos, No Small Children, Obscura Hail, Ollabelle, Phil White, Radney Foster, Records, Rollin' Thunder Revue, Scott Fraser, segarini, Songs from the Jefferson Highway, Space Opera, Sweet Home Oregon, Sycamore Creek, T-Bone Burnett, Tamara Saviano, the curtis mayflower, Whistler Chaucer Detroit & Greenhill on February 14, 2017 by segarini
Frank Gutch Jr: The Grammys: The Decline of the Major Labels (and Civilization) Continues; When Three Bands (Don’t) Collide; Michael Fennelly— On Vinyl; For the Tots at Christmas— Goodnight Songs; Plus N-n-n-notes…..Posted in Opinion with tags Bow Thayer, C-Leb & The Kettle Black, Crabby Appleton, DBAWIS, Devon Sproule, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Dublin Bottling Works, Dublin Dr. Pepper, Emily Gary, Frank Gutch Jr., Goodnight Songs, Grammys, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Laurie Biagini, Margaret Wise Brown, michael fennelly, Mist and Mast, Munro Melano, music, music videos, nocona, Nylon Union, OAMI, Paul Curreri, radio, Records, the curtis mayflower, The Living Sisters, The Millennium, Tom Proutt on December 9, 2014 by segarini
Every year I get my hopes up and every year the so called experts behind the Grammy’s dash them against the rocks like fishkill, blood and brain cells covering the entire music industry with fresh stench in the form of what they claim to be “the best”— their words, not mine.
Frank Gutch Jr: Sonics Boom! Seattle’s Peter Blecha Writes (Not Rewrites) Pac NW Music History!, Pac NW Labels— In Fact, It’s the Great Pac NW Rundown, Part One! (plus Notes?)…..Posted in Opinion with tags Burdette, By Divine Right, Cabin, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Ellen Ogilvy, Finding the Funk., Frank Gutch Jr., Great American Music Company, Great American Record Company, Greg Laswell, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jerden, Jerry Dennon, Jim Page, Jimmy Hanna, Joe Boles, Jr. Cadillac, Kidd Afrika, Main Attraction, music, Ned Neltner, New Tweedy Brothers, Paul Hood, Peter Blecha, Picadilly, Records, seafair bolo records, Sonic Boom!, the curtis mayflower, The Delta Saints, The Dynamics, Tim Noah, Toiling Midgets, Tom Ogilvy on February 12, 2014 by segarini
You may not know or know of Peter Blecha, but I do. Peter and I have been acquaintances if not friends for a number of years and I have watched his growth as a writer and music historian with great interest. We share an intense interest in the Pacific Northwest music scene, past and present, and we both revered the music and the bands which inhabited the various periods in the Pac NW music saga. We know that the rest of the world, if not for The Sonics and Paul Revere & The Raiders, would consider the music scene minor league at best, but have always considered the rest of the world ignorant of the music and artists who seemingly have and have had to struggle for respect beyond the borders of Washington, Oregon, Idaho and Montana.
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.
Remember when I said 2012 was the best year ever in music? 2013 is even at this early date biting 2012 on the ass. Artists are lining up with what I am sure is going to be a run and a half of outstanding and, in some cases, mindblowing offerings. Rather than wait and write about them pretty much after the fact, let us dig in now in a sort of anticipatory way, shall we?