The past week I have been revisiting some of my earlier DBAWIS columns and am shocked at how few people (as far as I can tell) know about them, even now. When I write about musicians, it is usually personal, both the person or people and the music, and I feel that sometimes they are more water under the bridge than anything. No one sends notes asking about someone I wrote about in 2012 unless something has happened since and there are so many truly talented people who deserve recognition. So this week, I am going to point toward artists you may have missed whom I think are above the norm in terms of talent and/or personality. And maybe I owe a few of them money, but that is neither here nor there.
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Frank Gutch Jr: These Are People I’ve Known (But Who Try to Keep It a Secret); Plus Notes
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags 54.40, Angharad Drake, Arlon Bennett, Bow Thayer, C-Leb & The Kettle Black, Corner Lounge, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., Indie Artists, Indie Music, John John Brown, Joseph LeMay, King Wilkie, Lighthouse, Louder Than Words, michael fennelly, Mick Hornbuckle, Mist & Mast, music, music videos, Nylon Union, OAMI, Powder Blues, radio, Randy Burns & The Morning, Records, Sarah White, segarini, Shayne Thomas Byrne, Skip Prokop, Skyboys, Son of Man, Sweet Home Oregon, Ted Pitney, The Fugs, The Heatley, The Life, The Living Sisters, The Paupers, Trees Organic Coffee & Roasting House on June 6, 2017 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: If Music Is Dead, You Bastards Killed It! The Life— A Seattle Legend in My Own Mind… (plus notes)
Posted in Opinion with tags Amelia Jay, Bright Giant, Carleigh Nesbit, Child, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eric Lichter, Frank Gutch Jr., glass harp, Green Monkey Records, Gypsy, Indie Artists, Indie Music, jeanette beswick, Jerry Garcia, Jimm McIver, Mick Flynn, mitch dalton, music, Music Radio, music videos, radio, Ralph J. Gleason, Records, Research Turtles, Rival Sons, segarini, susan james, The Life, Tony Bortko on March 17, 2015 by segariniThat’s right. You! You, the Incipian Heed, the Flaccid Peni, the Ego Centered! You, the ones who are always talking about how much they know about music and fart facts in concentric circles. You, who complain that there is no good music anymore while listening incessantly to the decades-old— music which by all rights should have been put to bed long ago but instead is held high by listeners who stopped listening as examples of what music used to be. Well, you can kiss my Rival Sons-loving ass! All of you who don’t know that band, pucker up.