A simple recipe it was. Sprinkle a few hundred radio stations throughout the United States and Canada, mix with rock ‘n’ roll and stir. Stir up would be a more apt term because when the music hit the airwaves, the shit hit the fan— the music fan, that is. Not a big deal, you say? You’re probably right. In the grand scheme of things, a handful of traditionalists screaming McCarthyisms in a world already changed beyond their understanding would turn out to be flies on a horse’s ass, so to speak, and to scream them at teens plugged into a jukebox or record player at full volume was, well, laughable, but scream them they did and, as they say, the rest is history.
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Frank Gutch Jr: Jock Talk: KAKC Tulsa’s Jim Peters Talks About Radio In the Sixties—
Posted in Opinion with tags Andy McKee, Beau's All Natural Brewing Company., Blood & Banjos, Bobby Bare, Bowling For Soup, Cargoe, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Dwight Howard Johnson, Emitt Rhodes, Firehorse, Galleons, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Javier Escovedo, Jim Peters, Jon Gomm, KAKC, Kickstarter, Melissa Dunphy, music, No Small Children, Pledgemusic, Power Rangers, Preston Reed, radio, Rich Mahan, Ron Wasserman, Tesla's Pigeon, The Tampoffs, true believers, Vinnie Zummo, WarHen Records on March 6, 2013 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: No Small Children, More Fun With 45s, Notes and Maybe A Few Other Things… Maybe
Posted in Opinion with tags alejandro escovedo, babe ruth, Barclay James Harvest, Big Star, cold satellite, damnation of adam blessing, danny schmidt, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., hometown band, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Javier Escovedo, jeffrey foucault, kicks books, Kim Fowley, manhattan transfer, music, No Small Children, Norton Records, pazop. kathy smith, Sydney Wayser, t. g. sheppard, true believers, turtles, yukon pete on February 27, 2013 by segariniA couple of years ago— well, maybe a few now— I spent a summer reading and hearing about how this Sheryl Crow track (I can’t think of the title at the moment) was the anthem of the summer and captured everything good about the season. When I finally heard it, my mental jaw dropped. I could not believe that anyone could hear anything inspiring about the song or the performance. It was decent enough, I suppose, but it didn’t make me want to sing or dance or hit the freeway with the top down and sing along at the top of my voice. That’s what an anthem is supposed to do, right? Inspire?