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Pat Blythe – 2016….Over and finally…..OUT!

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags A Girl With A Camera "The Picture Taker", Alex Vincenzi, Barak Obama, Bill Dillon, BlackDog Ballroom, Bob Segarini, Bobby Curtola, Carmen Toth, Cherish Stevenson, Cherry Cola's, CMW, Courage My Love, David Marsden, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Drop Rock and Roll, Greg Godovitz, Grover Cleveland, Hugh's Room, James Blonde, Lawrie Ingles, luvthemusic, Maia Van Raes, Mark Murphy, Matt Groopie, Mike Pellarin, Nick Krewen, Pat Blythe, Peter Nunn, rancho relaxo, Richard Carson, Richard Flohil, Rival Sons, Sam Taylor, Sam Taylor and the East End Love, Secret Broadcast, Steve Kendry, The Anti Queens, The Crown, The Dick Clark Five, The Hard Rock Cafe, The Honeyrunners, The Keg, The King Beez, The Paddock, Tony Nolasco, Toronto Star, Torstar, Xprime on January 11, 2017 by segarini

Well…..here it is already…..2017! Blink and both Christmas and New Year’s Eve are over, a fait accompli. Phffft….gone! Tout fini! Finito! Done and dusted! ….and here we are…. Has much changed? No, not really. Resolutions? Nope. Heading to the gym? Not on your life!!! The dance floor suits me just fine. Focus? I’m working on it. Oh look, a shiny thing……

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Roxanne Tellier – Mike McKenna, Guitar Legend

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Black Swan, Bob Adams, Bob Segarini, Bruce Brooker, DBAWIS, Denny Gerrard, Diamondback, Domenic Troiano, Downchild Blues Band, El Mocambo, Grant Smith and the Power, Joe Mendelson, Luke and the Apostles, Luke Gibson, Massey Hall, McKenna Mendelson Mainline, Mendelson Joe, Mike Harrison, Mike McKenna, Montreal, Night Owl Club, Rob McPhearson, Ronnie Jacobs, Roxanne Tellier, Slidewinder, stink, Ted Purdy, The Fugs, The Guess Who, The Paupers, The Spassicks, Tony Nolasco, Toronto, Toronto Star, Yorkville on May 15, 2016 by segarini

1969 or maybe early 1970.A darkened Montreal rec room, outside sound dulled by faux wood paneling and shag carpeting, with the ubiquitous mirrored bar off to the side. My girlfriend, Colleen, and I slink into the room, prepared to be kicked out by her big brother Bill, the music maven of her family, if we giggled too much.If we behaved, we’d be allowed to listen, at least for a while, to the new record Bill had brought home to enjoy with some of his cooler (and older, so therefore hotter) friends. We crept into the darkness, wide eyed.

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