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Rating: Beatles, Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, etc. Before them, in the background of each of us around thirty, there is her: Miss D'Avena.
It's hard to admit, I know, even I retreated to a monastic life in a mountain retreat to write this review, and in deep solitude, after a long introspective phase searching for my true self, I came to this conclusion: it all started with her. She was my Nico, the priestess who initiated me into musical joys. My very first Muse, my female Virgil in the world of the seven notes.
Many of you who think that Ali doesn't understand a bit of music should stop blaming me, and address her directly. But be careful, don't be hypocritical, and tell me who among you has never dreamed of falling in love with Love me Licia, or during gym class at school has never thought of Mila and Shiro or Holly and Benji. Or who has never collected the Snorky (maybe wondering if the little tube on their head was actually their reproductive organ) or the Smurfs (blessed Smurfette, all alone among that bunch of little men) and then Memole, David Gnomo etc., etc.: who knows why, but back then short statures were in fashion...
All "background vocals" are entrusted to the Piccolo Coro dell'Antoniano di Bologna directed by the legendary Mariele Ventre (the history of Italian music all comes from there).
The album in question reached the sixteenth position in the weekly chart (remember the silver man with DJ headphones from Superclassifica Show?).
But enough talking now, let's return to the roots and spend some time with the soundtrack from when, for some of us, the world was still a beautiful surprise.
Bye Bye (better Bim Bum Bam).
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