I received an email this morning from Brian Cullman. He claims he is writing a book. For the past number of years— in fact since I “met” him in May of 2011— I have been pushing him to write a book. My exact words over the years have been, “Brian, you should write a book,” to which he inevitably would reply, “I’ve thought about it but I don’t think there is enough there” or something to that effect. I prodded him again this morning and, lo and behold, he said he is doing it. Or going to do it. Or is thinking about maybe doing it. You can never tell what the guy is thinking. Sometimes I think he thinks too much.
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Frank Gutch Jr: My Six Degrees— Brushes With Greatness and Life, Featuring Brian Cullman and a Cast of Thousands… Plus Notes
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Ana Egge, Bat Day, Bobcat, Brian Cullman, Cross Body Block, Dave McGraw & Mandy Fer, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eddie Money, Fielder's Choice, Frank Gutch Jr., Fusion Magazine, George Martin, Georgia Ruth, Giorgio Gomelsky, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jennifer Saran, Joe Norman, John Martyn, music, music videos, Nick Drake, Paul Gonsoulin, Polly Baker, radio, Records, Rick Norman, segarini, Sweet Home Oregon, The Monroes, The Things They Carried, Tim O'Brien on November 22, 2016 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: Emitt Rhodes; Why Bluegrass Needs Gold Heart; Is Getty Images the Spotify and Pandora of Photography; Plus Notes…..
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Colleen Brown, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Doyle Lawson, Eliza Rickman, Emitt Rhodes, Flatt & Scruggs, Frank Gutch Jr., Getty Images, Gold Heart, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Joe Doerr, Kora Feder, LeRoi Brothers, Madisons, music, Music Radio, music videos, O Brother Where Art Thou?, October Project, radio, Records, Rita Hosking, Sara Curtin, Screaming Sirens, segarini, Seldom Scene, The Merry Go Round, Tim O'Brien on December 1, 2015 by segarini
Emitt Rhodes is not a god, but he is as close as anyone I have found, in music at least. To me, he is right up there with Buddy Holly, Elvis, Paul McCartney and the other musicians people seem to want to elevate to godlike status. Decades ago I wrote a short piece comparing Rhodes’ albums to McCartney’s first solo album, largely because they each chose to play all of the instruments, and, well, McCartney did not fare well, but that is just me. Become a superstar and you had better produce like a superstar and while McCartney did become one and hasn’t produced, Rhodes never even had a real chance. His music, though? Quarter notes through the heart. No, he is not a god, but he is among the best of the humans.