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Dear Alberto, I wanted to say that when music becomes a job, slips in taste and plagiarism are inevitable... even in the realm of classical music, there are several glaring cases of plagiarism. I wonder too why there is a decline in tastes; in fact, while writing my reviews, I had a whim to write a little autobiographical novella about that transitional period between the 70s and 80s; I'll let you know when I finish it. Anyway, I personally have a wonderful memory of the late 70s; in the 80s, Reaganomics and the influx of money—Italy included—produced Berlusconism and Craxism, with an epochal barbarization from which we cannot escape. My theory sees politics and economics as the main culprits...

Nice review, deep. "Today's musical decline is nothing but a continuation (sometimes revisited) of that decade." I find this right, but I don't agree that the geniuses of the 70s were the businessmen of the 80s. It's that tastes had changed, and anyway, the mania for innovation often leads to unhealthy choices, like the abuse of electronics and sampling. But what about the hard and pure ones from the seventies, like Led Zeppelin, who faced a lawsuit from Willie Dixon for the carbon copy of "Whole Lotta Love," without giving him credits—well done, Page. Or the sublime arpeggio of Spirit's "Taurus" for "Stairway," still zero credits, or "Dazed and Confused," another blatant plagiarism by Jake Holmes from the album "The Above Ground Sound." Or Deep Purple with "Child in Time," a faithful copy with zero credits of "Bombay" by It's a Beautiful Day... Blessed recyclers or rotten song thieves?

You ugly pig of a judge, this project for vegetable artists is NO PROFIT, complete with a release form, happy judge, as if we were getting rich from a MEASLY advertisement that's a drop in an ocean of records and reviews... you haven't understood the FREAK spirit of the project, you want to be the star of the happy hour but this is not where you should deliver your judgments: go and land where the MONEY ACTUALLY FLOWS, with your little radio buddy knuckleheads of the fake sharing auction, with U2 and their money for Africa that they instead recycle to evade taxes, just like the Pink Floyd with their villas in Malindi who haven't even paid the kids from the choir of The Wall or the creator of the Doctor Who theme for "One of These Days," like that stingy Baglioni, that plagiarist Zucchero paid by the majors to bury Italian music with authorized plagiarisms, from tax evader Phil Collins, to Ligabue... AND IN MANY YEARS I HAVE ONLY SEEN THE CLASH give 2 records for the price of one; but you really don't understand a damn thing, you are a man worth a damn, ALL TALK AND NO SUBSTANCE.

beautiful album. I had it on vinyl akarma.

Italian cinema has had enough of Margherita Buy.

ahhhh biorky, and it doesn't count if you vote for yourself, okay? Let's read:
The experience of being an actress under the guidance of Lars Von Trier in "Dancer in the Dark" had consumed her. The demands of the director and the histrionics that are at the core of an actor's craft had forced her to step into the shoes of a character that was too different from her... instead, no, that bitch with her whale-like warbling eliminated exquisite and beautiful singers like Viola Valentino, Carole King, Debbie Harry, Dolly Parton, and DD Jackson.

uhuhu I'm walkin on music uhuh guys god it's pumping this record. It's still so relevant. So many carefree memories....

fundamental a load of shit... our intellectual esoteric genius—see the era of the white boar—loses track, abandons Guenon, the carpets he used to be gifted by Saddam Hussein's court—true, not!—see Scaruffone "His existential and ideological confusion (Battiato even performed for Saddam Hussein's regime) was summarized by the ballads-psalms of Caffe` De La Paix ..."
and I was saying, our man, in the throes of senile dementia, returns to the little bullshit of his youth in the '60s; and in "Centro di gravità permanente" he even mocks all musical genres except for his muezzin chant. Pretentious, you can't trust someone with a nose like that. – p.s. a fucking Rai official has eaten my 45 RPM of "L'amore" by our Franchino, I want it back.

only dead things are celebrated

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