Grasshopper

Guiltily late, I wanted to say

Struck by "Rock Bottom," I am engaged in a frantic search, like a truffle dog, for everything related to Robert Wyatt and his various formations. Influenced by the Scaruffian judgment, which I often do not share but still always take into respectful consideration, I hadn’t placed this 1975 album among the top ones to rediscover. This review, in the way it is written and what it conveys, pushes me to reconsider my plans. After reading so many ungrammatical and presumptuous praises of the most disgusting trash, moreover filled with mistakes (the so-called "recenZioni"), this reading has been a real breath of fresh air. I think a 5 isn’t enough in this case: it deserves to be recommended.

This is what you call a good tip. Guilty as charged, and only thanks to the infinite potentials of e-Mulo, I discovered "New York Tendaberry" and then "Eli and the 13th Confession." I was literally spellbound. Is it possible that such an author has remained mostly unknown? Well, in our remote province of the Empire, it's understandable: many of our fellow countrymen are busy losing their minds over former cashiers from Esselunga who have been promoted to the rank of singers through programs very similar to a cattle fair, and not coincidentally set on farms. But I read that Laura Nyro has remained a so-called "niche" phenomenon even in her own country, and that sounds a little more mysterious to me, as well as, of course, unfair. While I ponder this, I fully embrace the tip. Her with just the piano? Just to think about it makes my ears water...

During this time I’m rediscovering Donovan, of whom I only owned a great compilation for a long time. Starting from 1965, I’ve gone back to dig out the excellent "Fairytales & Colours," a triumph of simplicity for voice and guitar. This review is a great recommendation to continue the rediscovery.

Finally, I understand why every corner of the Esselunga supermarket was buzzing with baskets that seemed more intent on imposing this product on you than actually selling it, hailing it as the latest "new phenomenon of Italian music." They practically manufactured the phenomenon in-house. Great criticism, I suppose justified, but I won't verify it. I trust it, and besides, life is too short to waste like that. Better to consider the suggested use, namely as a laxative, already recommended by someone also for his protégé Tiziano Ferro. I'm starting to worry about Danone, which produces Activia: could this wave of "new phenomena" lead to its downfall?

@Gustavotanz: I haven't been on Debaser for a while. At the beginning of 2007, there was VivaLì, or Poletti, with his countless fakes, polluting others' reviews. Up to a certain point, then in the span of a week, I don't know how, at least in my case, he made a 180° turn and at times I had to hold him back from adoration. To you who have been around Debaser lately, I ask: is this clako alias sciusciola capable, perhaps under torture, of reasoning like a human being, as Poletti eventually did, or is his only function to be a nuisance? From the review of 1 he shot off this morning, the second hypothesis seems to be true, but it's always better not to despair. I've noticed that he counts for less than zero too, and after all, just reading one of his reviews shows how he's seasoned (nobody gets what they deserve, someone would say). However, this doesn't prevent him from harming those who are here just to talk about music. If you can, enlighten me on this new Debaser annoyance, maybe even privately. Thanks.

This sentence is not new to me: it practically popped up in all the reviews today (with an S, because sciusciola = clako) associated with a 1. Isn't there a pastime that's a bit less idiotic?

P.P.S.: Did you receive my comment on the latest Vinicio Capossela?

P.S. I almost forgot "Amarantine," a weak 3. The very fact that I forgot it is symptomatic.

@Blechtrommel: the review itself (mine are with an S) somewhat hints at what the candid Irishwoman has combined in her best: the first two CDs "Watermark" and "Shepherd Moons" are excellent, which I also had the honor of reviewing (see). Here, the inspiration is at its peak, and the technique is already the same that we can appreciate (the only appreciable thing) in the latest. Equally valid, but based on a different scheme (thank goodness) is "The Celts," originally a soundtrack project for I don’t know what documentary about the Celts. Here, instrumental music prevails, with truly evocative episodes. A bit less convincing but still very rich in inventiveness is "The Memory of Trees," for which I would rate it a 4. Nothing to write home about "A Day Without Rain" (the typical 3-star album). And then there’s this one just released, which I strongly advise against. Let’s say it has been a continuous downward parabola, at least for now without recoveries.