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alia76, look, I have "Ropin the Wind" by Garth Brooks and it's a great album in its genre. I remember listening to Chesney's debut because he was being called the new Garth Brooks, but damn, this is so slick and contrived that it makes my stomach turn. Starblazer, the worshipper of Blaze and the destroyer of Sabbath with Ozzy, is now starting to seriously worry me. I'm not cut out to be the Good Shepherd, but someone who is inclined toward these things should help him, lend him a hand.
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"but it's always better than having a 30-year career stuck in the same genre"...another free banality, there are people who have spent thirty years in their careers in the same genre and continue to produce extraordinary albums. The problem is that bands like Gaznevada are tied to trends. In 1978 there was punk... and they did punk (the Harpo cassette), in 1980 there was no wave... and they did no wave, in 1985 there was disco... and they did disco, then there was eurodance... and they did eurodance. I don’t dispute the open-mindedness, but I see it as a bad thing when albums like this one reviewed by azzo lead to making theme songs for cartoon shows like "Living in the jungle" or playing clowns on the stage of Festivalbar with the tunztunz.
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@yosif: "in his case I wouldn't talk about a bad end, but rather a musical and artistic opening that (whether you like his latest musical direction or not), is never a bad thing." Here it is, the musical opening of Ciro Pagano (who's the one in yellow) ... weren't you banned, yosif?
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"I have a criminal mind / I only enjoy doing harm." Zanardi was there, in Ciro Pagano's fool face. What a bad end these guys have come to, but don't you think, damn it, they don't feel at least a little ashamed? You were great like them back then, disguised like Michael Caine in De Palma's film, but I guess you didn't follow the advice in the Gospel according to Matthew 7:6...
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no no, I'm putting my finger in my ass now, not when I was young and beautiful...
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Come on, pistol, I've known for a while that you care about me, and that we share some views on certain characters, but if I'm a blabbermouth, you (I try not to be vulgar) are a pesky person, in the sense of someone who insists in an arrogant and intrusive way.
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Pistolpeto, calm down a bit; depending on your tastes, every now and then, just have a fling or stick a finger up your ass, and you'll see that life will smile at you... THAT Rod Stewart was everything you could ask for from rock, and then rock, like life, is made up of wonderful losers and winning losers, but I think in life you’re a losing loser. No hard feelings, though; in fact, you have my fraternal understanding. If you come to Naples, stop by Father Vitaliano's parish, and we'll help you remove your resentment towards others. Love & peace, lost sheep.
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@bubi ..."For all those who love ROCK in its most fervent essence":
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no polemics man, I truly care for Cobain, but he doesn't represent my way of understanding rock. Those idiots from Mudhoney on their first album do a cover of "Magnolia caboose babyfinger" by Blue Cheer, changing the last word to "babyshit." And the circle closes, Mudhoney couldn't have existed without Blue Cheer... Nirvana could.
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Paraphrasing Guccini... rock is like God, if it dies it’s for three days and then it resurrects :-) Did Nirvana save it? Not my rock and it's not about being snobbish; perhaps MY rock during that period was revived by the trembling chords of "This Gift" that opened the first Mudhoney album, with a name taken from a "dirty" Russ Meyer film and the heaviness of Blue Cheer combined with the raucousness of Iggy. Mudhoney could never become the Police of the new decade, but Nirvana could.