You can file this one under “and I thought I knew something.” I just watched a documentary which starts “When I was a kid, music was everything,” a statement as acute to me as author Scott Turow‘s line “It suddenly hit me how much I missed music for which I once felt a yearning as keen as hunger.” It struck a note so deep in me that I watched all one-hour-and-thirty-one minutes feeling a kinship with the narrator (and, as it turns out, producer of the film), almost relieved that I was not alone.
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Frank Gutch Jr: Rain Perry, Mark Hallman (The Shopkeeper), and Congress House Studio; Spotify Once Again; and Notes Hitting the Spot
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Ani DiFranco, arnold grizzley, Brad Byrd, Bradley Kopp, Carole King, Charlie Faye, Congress House Studio, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eliza Gilkyson, Frank Gutch Jr., Hamilton Pool, Iain Matthews, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jen Cloher, Jon Dee Graham, Lilly Hiatt, Lydia Lunch, Mark Hallman, music, music videos, radio, Rain Perry, Records, rich mcculley, Ruston Kelly, Sarah Hickman, segarini, Selwyn Birchwood, SHEL, Sweet Home Oregon, The Dementians, The Green Pajamas, The Shopkeeper, The Spinto Band, Tom Russell, Trent Gentry, Wolf Creek Boys on June 27, 2017 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: Before Radio Was Radio, It Was Television (Plus Notes)
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags annabel (lee), Bryan Cranston, Dave Van Ronk, DBAWIS, Dead Cures, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Fleurie, Frank Gutch Jr., gary heffern, History of Radio, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Lonesome Shack, Marshall McLuhan, Medium Is the Massage, music, music videos, Old Time Radio, radio, Records, segarini, Sharon Koltick, Stephen Young & The Union, Sweet Home Oregon, Tom Russell, Trumbo on May 31, 2016 by segariniIn a way. In a very meaningful way, too. It changed the world. More specifically, it changed the United States. I’m convinced. I studied it in college. I have been studying it ever since, though now it is called communications (or do they have some other newfangled name) and includes the Internet and God knows what else. As much as some of my friends think I was there at the beginning, I was not. I was there when it was forced to adapt to the new kid on the block, television, though, and I hung on as long as I could. The idiot box was unfortunately too strong and kicked radio to the curb where it reinvented itself into a provider of music, sports and talk— mostly music. Without the radio, the music business might have been just another part of the entertainment conglomeration, but for awhile, in spite of the attempts to push it into the background, it ruled the roost. There were reasons and it was regional, at first, but it did. More on that later.