Lots of new music this week as post-summer tuneage is in full swing. Just ask Drake who now occupies half of the Top10 on the Billboard magazine charts. It’s also drawn battle lines between old pop music fans and new because Drake’s positioning on the charts breaks a handful of records previously set by The Beatles. Vitriol has been flying around social media dismissing Drake and his accomplishments. GWN celebrates any Canadian artist who has managed to raise the ire of a generation of music lovers who refuse to acknowledge that time has passed, and that a new generation also makes music that people love. We are here three times a month extolling the virtues of those new artists and that new music. Other music exists in the same universe as The Beatles…resistance is fertile.
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Posted in Books, Canadian Music, life, music, Opinion, Review with tags Andrew Allen, April Wine, Bill Piton, Bob Segarini, Canadian Music, Chin Injeti, Chris Nine, Crash n Burn, Dana Countryman, Darrell Millar, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Drake, Eleanor McCain, Emily Molloy, Famous Underground, Francis Nicolas, Gary Kendall, George Koller, Glenn Crosse, GWNtertainment, Hawksley Workman, High Loves, Hogtown Allstars, Jaimie Vernon, jim henman, Jr. Gone Wild, Julian Taylor, Kevin Breit, Killer Dwarfs, Laura Fernandez, Marc Jordan, Martina Griffiths, Marty Zylstra, Merle Marlow Band, Myles Goodwyn, Oscar Peterson, Ritesh Das, Rod Stewart, Ryan Shane Owen, Steven Heighton, Terry Draper, The Beatles, The Canadian Cover Crew, The Red Dirt Skinners, Tom Jackson, Tonia Evans Cianciulli, Toronto Tabla Ensemble, Wine Lips on September 20, 2021 by segariniRoxanne Tellier – Canadian Music Week 2017
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Adelaide Hall, Alzeimers Appreciation Orchestra and Chorus, Annette Shaffer, Bob Segarini, City Hall, CMW, CMW’s Sync Fest., Craig Riddock, Dana Beeler, DBAWIS, Digital Music, Donny Blais, Drew Winters, Film and Comedy Fests, Grassworks, Greg Simpson, Hap Roderman, Hello Delaware, Hudson's Bay, James Blonde, John Rowlands, Kid Carson, Maritimes., Music Nova Scotia, Music Summit, Pat Blythe, Peter Kashur, Pledge Music, Radio Summit, rancho relaxo, Roxanne Tellier, Sheraton Hotel, The Bobcast, tiki lounge, Tom Jackson, Tranzac, Xprime on April 30, 2017 by segariniMy CMW is always a little bit different than most other people’s. Some go for the conferences, some are all about the music. Still others go for the trade show and the mentoring. But me – I go to people watch.
Like, on the first day I hit the Sheraton, to pick up my pass and get the lay of the land. Some people were looking for their friends, or checking out those who tend to get their names in newspaper bold face … Me, I was in the lobby of the crowded Sheraton Hotel, watching a young male couple dress their teensy tiny pocket puppy in all new Hudson’s Bay swag.
JAIMIE VERNON – Old Man Take A Look At Your Life
Posted in Opinion with tags Alberta tarsands, biofuel, Bob Geldof, Bob Segarini, Bono, Buffy Sainte Marie, California, Canadian Music, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, First Nations, Harvest, Honor The Treaties, Jaimie Vernon, Kashtin, Keystone XL, LincVolt, Lionel Trains, Neil Young, oilsands, Pono, Rita Coolidge, Shingoose, Stephen Harper, Susan Aglukark, Tom Jackson, Treaties, Winston Churchill on January 25, 2014 by segariniI’m about to go off on a diatribe involving Neil Young (quelle surprise). If you’re a fan of Shaky you best leave this blog, get out your gatefold vinyl copy of ‘Harvest’ – yeah, the one you used to separate your weed seeds on and is stained with hash oil – click on a black light and tune out. This note’s definitely not for you.
Last week Neil Young – a Canadian that hasn’t lived in Canada since 1967 – decided to come home to play a few shows in an effort to raise money and awareness about (among other things) global warming, carbon footprints, fossil fuel, Corporate Oil gluttony, and the rape & pillage of land that Canada’s national people were handed in antiquated treaties back when White Man’s Guilt was an honourable profession for enterprising transplanted Euro-Dandy’s.