I picked up a turntable for my sister a couple of months ago. She had found what she said was about twenty of her old albums (it was more like a hundred and fifty) and had the urge to once again hear them. Mostly they were albums I remember her liking— Percy Faith, Rod McKuen, Enoch Light and the like. She drove me nuts with those albums when we were kids but I secretly liked a lot of them. (I did truly hate the Sound of Music, Colleen, but the others were okay).
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Frank Gutch Jr: John Stewart— More Than Just “Gold”; Wayne Berry— Welcome Home
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Amilia K. Spicer, Calico The Band, California Bloodlines, Centennial, Charlottesville, Cowboy, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eileen Carey, Frank Gutch Jr., Home At Last, Indie Artists, Indie Music, John Stewart, Keith Morris, Lilly Hiatt, Lisa LeBlanc, Lisbee Stainton, music, music videos, radio, Records, segarini, Somewhere South of Eden, Starting an Earthquake, Sweet Home Oregon, The Burning Hell, Tift Merritt, Timber, Tommy Talton, Trancas, Volunteers, Vourtney Marie Andrews, Waybe Berry on August 15, 2017 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: Musicians on a Mission: Dan Phelps, Julian Taylor, Wes Swing, and Jimmy Lee (formerly Lee’s Company)… Plus a lugubrious panorama of Notes
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags ...and the heart, Amy van Keeken, Bill Baird, Bill Pillmore, Colleen Brown, Crushed Out, Curtis Mayflower, Dan Phelps, danny schmidt, DBAWIS, Devon Sproule, Diet Cig, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Elephant Revival, Frank Gutch Jr., Indie Artists, Indie Music, jess Pillmore, Jimmy Lee, Julian Taylor, Kelly MacGregor, Lila Blue, Lisbee Stainton, Matt Chamberlain, Modular, music, music videos, radio, Records, Reveal, segarini, Sweet Home Oregon, The Secret Sisters, Thee Holy Brothers, Through a Fogged Glass, Tift Merritt, Viktor Krauss, Wes Swing, White Mansions, Zmei3 on April 11, 2017 by segariniMeet Dan Phelps, if you have not already done so. I first ran across him over a decade ago when he was working with both Bill Pillmore and his daughter Jess Pillmore on their respective albums, Look In Look Out and Reveal. Bill was an original member of Cowboy and I had heard through Scott Boyer, another original member of that venerable band, that he was recording for the first time, to my knowledge, since Cowboy‘s excellent 1971 release, 5’ll Getcha Ten. When I contacted him, he was in full recording mode, working with Phelps, whom he had chosen to produce. To my amazement, Phelps did more than just produce. He was a sideman and a damn good one, a creator of good licks and solid musical ideas. It was a first look at a musician I would follow from that point on.
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