Another piece from 2015. I loved writing these series and my research quests have only increased over time. I’ve also rearranged things a bit but kept the same general format the original column was in. Six years later there are more names to add. Originally a five-part series, I may just add one or two more “parts” to it down the road. So in all its 2015 glory, I present to you some of the women who rock.
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Let’s go back to September 25 and a late night visit to Cherry Cola’s Rock ‘n Rolla Cabaret and Lounge. With my sisters in tow, we ducked into the club so I could introduce them to the exquisite Cherish Stevenson, the club’s owner and gracious hostess, and give them a small taste of the nightlife in Toronto. Cherish pulled me aside to let me know Cherie Currie was playing the club and would I be interested in shooting the event. It took me a nanosecond to say yes, I’d love to.
Ch-ch-ch-cha-changes
I have been slowly getting to know my fellow writers, conversing with them through Facebook, email and over the phone. A what! Yep, a real live telephone. You know, those devices that allow you to actually hear what the other person sounds like while enjoying honest-to-goodness dialogue. Fingers seem to do more walking and mouths less talking these days. We are no longer an oral society. The world of banter, tete-a-tetes and nattering have gone the way of such foods as pineapple upside down cake. (remember those) Mmmmmm……
Part One “A Hick in Hollywood” Can be found here.
America has always had a place in its fickle little heart for novelty songs.
Songs like (I’m) Henry the Eighth (I am) , Who Let the Dogs Out, and Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer are just a few you may be aware of, However, novelty songs go back a lot further than those three.
I definitely go to more concerts than the average person. Some are small scale, like 25 people in a tiny bar. Others are huge, like selling out huge sports arena huge. Sometimes it starts to wear a little thin, the constant going out to different venues night after night, seeing band after band. Don’t get me wrong, I still, and will always, love live music. But as I mentioned in my last column, the excitement waxes and wanes when it comes to all the shows I go to. But sometimes a special show comes along that really rekindles my passion for live music. One of those such shows happened just the other day.
It is the time of year when time is at a premium. With NXNE right around the corner and the full weight of the NXNE Film Festival on my shoulders I am going to take the easy way out for the next few weeks here at DBAWIS. Fortunately I am at the letters R, S, T in the next three weeks and there aren’t too many easier letters to find bands for. Quick lists for the next little while. As always please have a look or listen at what Bob magically drops in for each band. Full disclosure, I supply the words and Bob supplies the links and photos. I am surprised every Thursday at the images and videos he comes up with.
Ready to roll with the R’s?
It’s surely not news by now that I tend to find mainstream music, for lack of a better word well…lacking. While flipping stations on the radio, I came upon yet another Adele single written about whatever heartbreak she’d suffered in her young life. Don’t get me wrong, “Rolling in the deep” is a killer song. The girl has an amazing voice and puts serious passion into her songs…but the subject matter is always the same. Blah blah boys, blah blah sad, blah blah…blah.
Suzi Quatro
Michigan’s Suzi Quatro, part of a very musical family including her father Art, brother Michael and sister Patti (she was in Fanny), moved to England in 1971 to find her fame and fortune. Standing just five feet tall and playing a bass that weighed half of what she did Suzi found a new musical family, Mickie Most, Nicky Chinn and Mike Chapman. Most was a well know record producer with credits that included The Animals and Jeff Beck and Chinn/Chapman were writing hit after glam rock hit for the likes of The Sweet and Mud. It was a match made in heaven.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 