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Frank Gutch Jr: Between Assignments? A Look at a Few Bands Which Weren’t, Really… Or Were They? Plus Them Nefarious Notes

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags 100 Year Flood, Anna Fermin, Baby Woodrose, Bobby Messano, Bridey Murphy, Bruce Hazen, Burkney Jack, Butch Trucks, Cindy Lee Berryhill, Danny Barnes, David Brown, David Surkamp, DBAWIS, Dion, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Duane Allman, Elton Duck., Frogville Records, Gary Duncan, gary heffern, Gregg Allman, Hi-Fi, Ian Matthews, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jealous Butcher Records, Jeff Finlin, Jill Stevenson, Jim Basnight, Keb’ Mo’, kelly flint, Kris Angelis, music, music videos, No Depression, No Small Children, Norton Records, Peter Blecha, Phil Moore, Quicksilver Messenger Service, radio, Raelyn Nelson, Ray Brandes, Records, San Diego, Scott Boyer, segarini, Skyboys, Sweet Home Oregon, ThaMuseMent, The 31st of February, The Geraldine Fibbers, The Sidewalk Scene, Thomas Wynn & The Believers, Trigger Gospel, Unholy Dreams, Walter Spencer on May 16, 2017 by segarini

I was looking through the Book of Face pages the other day and ran across a post about The Sidewalk Scene. I remember them, friend Ray Brandes having been a frontman for them how long ago? Two years so? Three years? The post linked to a page which showcased four studio-produced tracks, all jangly and sixties-oriented. Music, in fact, that I remember fondly.

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Frank Gutch Jr: Sometimes it’s About the Music and Sometimes it’s ALL About the Music….

Posted in Opinion with tags DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eva Turnova, Frank Gutch Jr., Jill Stevenson, Lisa Parade, Lisbee Stainton, Ma Rain, Mist and Mast, Ophelia Hope, Research Turtles, Shaun Cromwell, Sons of Bill, Ted Pitney, The Beige, The Dixie Bee-Liners, Tim Matson, Walter Spencer, Winterpills on February 1, 2012 by segarini

…and today, I’m in the ALL state of mind. What got me into this mood were two CDs I received in the mail fairly recently: Winterpills‘ All My Lovely Goners and Lisbee Stainton‘s Go. I am reluctant to say that I receive albums like this all the time but the truth is, I do. Maybe not this good and maybe not with regularity, but I get them all the time. There is so much good music out there that I can’t even begin to keep up, and that’s with my ignoring the major label, who hardly need my help to spread the word. Are these two special? They must be because I don’t think I’d feel right if I didn’t write about them quickly and in depth. This is the quickly. I shall save the in-depth for reviews.