It’s 3:30 in the morning and I can’t sleep and part of it has to do with Spotify. Not Spotify specifically, but all of the music subscription services that have come along since digitization: Mog and Pandora and Rhapsody and Sony and others. What set me off was a musician who posted on Facebook that maybe you should log on to Spotify and check out a certain artist. Why would that set me off, you ask? Because I have just recently turned my back to such “services”. Because if they are a better way to find music and artists, they are also cutting off the hands that feed them. The hands of musicians and the hands of songwriters ans indeed the hands of all involved in the musical process, for it is a process.
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Frank Gutch Jr: Loose Ends, Even Looser Ends, Paige Anderson & The Fearless Kin, Green Monkey Christmas, and Those Pesky Notes (to which you should really pay more attention)…..
Posted in Opinion with tags BrownChicken., Bryce Larsen, DBAWIS, Deep Sea Diver, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Drew Gibson, Elephant Revival, Fearless Kin, Frank Gutch Jr., Frothing The Nog, Green Monkey Records, Green Pajamas, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jim Basnight, Jimm McIver, Laurie Biagini, Lisbee Stainton, N.C. Thurman, Paige Anderson, Pandora, Paul Roessler, Ray Brandes, Records, Rita Hosking, Scott Boyer, Shook Twins, Spotify, The Kavanaghs, Young Fresh Fellows on December 19, 2012 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: Psych: Then and Now….
Posted in Opinion with tags April Wine, Cobra Ramone, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., Green Pajamas, Grip Weeds, Indie Artists, Indie Bands, Indie Music, Indie Record Releases, Kink Ador, Neil DelParto, Psych Music, Psychedelic, Sage Run, Skip Prokop, Strawberry Alarm Clock, The Collectors, The Georgian Company, The Kavanaghs, The Paupers, Thomas Hunter, Winterpills on May 9, 2012 by segarini
The Strawberry Alarm Clock just recorded and released a new album. What’s that, you say? The who? No, not The Who. The Strawberry Alarm Clock! You know… Incense and Peppermints? Sit With the Guru? The boys from Santa Barbara? Loose fitting Nehru shirts and white pantaloons? Paisley gone wild? Sigh. Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 