It was my birthday last week. I’m not saying it because it matters much to me— less and less as each year passes. I mention it because of the things friends tell me, most of which reminds me of who I am and the paths I have taken to get here. I mean, none of us plan to be who we are— it just evolves.
You may not know or know of Peter Blecha, but I do. Peter and I have been acquaintances if not friends for a number of years and I have watched his growth as a writer and music historian with great interest. We share an intense interest in the Pacific Northwest music scene, past and present, and we both revered the music and the bands which inhabited the various periods in the Pac NW music saga. We know that the rest of the world, if not for The Sonics and Paul Revere & The Raiders, would consider the music scene minor league at best, but have always considered the rest of the world ignorant of the music and artists who seemingly have and have had to struggle for respect beyond the borders of Washington, Oregon, Idaho and Montana.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 