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..yeah, okay then ...for public works reasons, ex-professional deformation :-) clearly it was a matter of public order
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But I left out the Garcia solo of "The Wheel" on purpose; that's an esoteric experience meant for those who consider Kantner and co. the "greatest psychedelic band of all time" while seeing Captain Trip and the Dead as mere prosecutors of a modest (mediocre) average American rock. And perhaps they could write a review since it's missing.
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Parson's voice sends chills down your spine from the very first note. I had mentioned this bootleg in a recent review of the Flying Burrito Bros, good job Fabio for sharing it. However, it's worth noting that the concert is not from autumn 1968 but from May 7, 1968, and the Byrds were supposed to play at the palazzetto dello sport, which is why there are versions of this bootleg online titled At Palazzetto dello Sport. It was the International European Pop Festival that lasted several days, featuring acts like Pink Floyd, Captain Beefheart, and Donovan. The Byrds' concert was moved to the Piper because those idiots from the Move set off fireworks during their show; the police intervened and closed the venue due to public safety concerns. The quality isn’t excellent, but it's listenable without hassle. Along with the Byrds was Doug Dillard on banjo, and my goodness, what he does in "Chimes of Freedom"!!! It’s an unmissable document, worth five balls.
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a bit of respect for Nino Ferrer, go argue about the reviews of Jovanotti
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What do you say, Don? "Blues for Allah" from 1975 is an incredible album, and "In the Dark" from '87 contains "Touch of Grey," which is one of the most beautiful songs written by Garcia. But I can't help but smile at trilobita's assertion that the Dead would be some sort of Eagles or Kansas. Those lucky enough to own the 12-CD box "The Golden Road" should revisit a couple of bonus tracks on the reissue of Aoxomoxoa, like "Clementine Jam," which is an improvised jam in the studio... pure acid jazz blues. Or get your hands on "Reckoning," the completely acoustic live album from '81, which is a miracle of balance between blues, folk, country, bluegrass, and then come tell me that "they have then reduced themselves to performing for centuries a modest (mediocre) average American rock," as trilobita claims. Live, they were from another planet because they played with their hearts. Kantner always played with his head.
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perhaps the best of the Kinks, one of the greatest pop rock bands in the history of music. The sad thing is that today even a toot from McCartney is trumpeted as an absolute masterpiece (see this website for the unqualified praise of the Fireman) while an extraordinary album like the recent "Workin' Man Café" by Ray Davies goes unnoticed.
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@trilobita: may master Garcia forgive you for your heresy... the Jefferson Airplane dismantled after this album, the Dead are part of the mythology, in America and around the world, until the end of Garcia they gathered hundreds of thousands of Deadheads, they invented the way to jam on stage for hours, today there are still bands (one of many: the Phish) that follow that jamming tradition, they are the peak of so-called pop culture. Put on Live/Dead and it still sounds damn relevant today, take any live recording of the Dead and compare it to one of the Jefferson, for example "Thirty Seconds Over Winterland," and you see the difference between a cohesive band improvising across rock, blues, country, jazz and that band of craftsmen to which the Jefferson Airplane had reduced themselves by 1970.
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But this is not about rhetoric; I simply can’t understand those who consider this the best album by Jefferson Airplane. I don’t want to say that it isn’t good, but for me, the best is in Surrealistic Pillow. This, for me, of course, seen from this perspective of Jeffersonian masterpiece, is overvalued.
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I find Zappa's gig on the live "Broadway the Hard Way" hilarious, with a lot of unreleased material.
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I believe "Tinsel Town rebellion," several pieces of the concert came from there. Uncle Frankie was a damn hustler; on that Italian tour in Rome, he did "Arrivederci Roma" and somewhere else "Volare."