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.
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Frank Gutch Jr: 2013— A Look at the Best, plus Notes You Can Take To the Bank…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Arborea, Best of 2013, Churchwood, DBAWIS, dirtmusic, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Erin & the Wildfire, Filligar, Frank Gutch Jr., gary minkler, hymn for her, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jim Allchin, Laurie Biagini, Lisbee Stainton, Maxi Dunn, Morning Ritual, Nick Holmes, No Small Children, Records, Rita Hosking, Sera Smolen, Sheldon Gomberg, Sweet Relief III, Tamikrest, The Abramson Singers, The Big Bright, the curtis mayflower, the fearless kin, The Incurables, The Toniks, Tom Mank on January 28, 2014 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: Indie Love From the UK— Lisbee Stainton, Duggy Degs, Toxic Melons, The Toniks— Plus The Minnows and The Riptide Movement (If You Count Ireland)— Oh Yeah, and Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Beachy Head Music Club, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Duggy Degs, erin lunsford, Frank Gutch Jr., Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jimmy Hanna, Lisbee Stainton, music, rebecca pidgeon, Sera Smolen, The Minnows, The Riptide Movement, The Toniks, The Winterpills., Tom Mank, toxic melons, Word Games on September 17, 2013 by segarini
An Open Letter to Clive Stainton:
Your little girl’s growing up, Clive. It wasn’t that long ago that I heard Lisbee’s Firefly album (2006), her voice just beyond a child’s, her music much beyond her years, her insight astonishing. Revisiting that album, I can hear the beginnings of something amazing, but she was so young and we both know that some artists have only one album in them before the world takes them away to become teachers or scientists or whatever else their futures hold.
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