supersoul

Tim Hardin is another story of a magnificent loser; listen to "Red Balloons" and don't tell me that Tim Buckley doesn’t owe him a little something. This record is extraordinary, featuring great jazz musicians like Eddie Gomez on bass and Mike Mainieri on vibraphone. It's a pity that after this, Hardin had already exhausted his inspiration and began to descend into the abyss. It’s also a shame that with the first amazing albums he was perceived as a "folk" singer when you can clearly hear the blues and jazz in his music, and his songs charted when performed by others in less deserving versions, such as the wonderful "If I Were a Carpenter." This isn’t the case with "Reason to Believe," whose rendition by Rod Stewart on the phenomenal album "Every Picture Tells a Story" possesses a unique beauty that propels it into a fantastical dimension. Kudos to Rod as well; his three albums between '70 and '72 are three masterpieces.

100+3+9+1+5=118 :-)

It's nice to read also from those who don't know "this" Nino Ferrer, closer to our tastes, who is remembered with respect and affection even in his lighter version. @ole :-))) I was referring to those writings like supersoul; it's true that there are about twenty more floating around with different nicknames, and some of them are buried forever, while I have a bit of nostalgia for another (il Netta) and maybe he'll come back to write.

Sure, Gong and Floyd seem distant from Hawkwind precisely because of their avoidance of the heavy riff, which perhaps connects them, as Psyco says, to hard rockers Captain Beyond, and I would go as far as to mention Blue Oyster Cult, who also had their nice space rock influence, if not so much in sound but in lyrics.

We need to add the Gongs, psycho, and I believe that hymnen also wants to refer to the Pink Floyd tracks like "Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun" or "Astronomy Domine."

Strange, they seem readable to me; anyway, I’ll copy Nino's words here: "All music, all opinions must be allowed to be heard, even if the rating index remains at zero. We must ensure that we are the ones choosing; otherwise we will never be free, otherwise it’s all imposition, all industry, all marketing. They don’t love music; they understand nothing about it. All they love is what they recognize. Then they divide the pears and the cheese. And it’s been twenty years that we hear the same stuff, Bouvard and Pécuchet, Tartuffe and company. We want to listen to what makes us vibrate, we want to talk about what interests us even if it’s called sex, drugs, or despair. We want free radios, free televisions."

Musically in Cleveland, besides the Pere Ubu, I envy those who witnessed the birth of punk in 1975 at the concerts of the Electric Eels, before the police inevitably stepped in to close down the show and the venue... I join in the compliments for the imasoulman who, even in the review of Van Dyke Parks (aside from Tom Rapp's blunder), demonstrated that he chews on the material and turns it into a high-calorie morsel :-)

Hello to the usual suspects, with whom I seem to have a special connection. @telespalla, I confess that to streamline the... "papiello," I cut out a sentence in parentheses after "televisione italiana di facile presa" that roughly said the same things you mentioned. @claisdead: that's exactly what happened to me; I was moved by Nino's story, which I discovered some time ago thanks to a radio show by the great Ernesto De Pascale about progressive music. Anyway, among tracks from Ange, Harmonia, etc., De Pascale launched "Cannabis" by Nino, and I was blown away. Besides "Metronomie," I got "Blanat," and I was completely astounded: it’s just what the lewistollani say... Great credit goes to Finn's guitar, never trivial and always different in its solos. Don’t expect hard rock, but rather singer-songwriter songs strengthened by Finn's guitar and Nino's voice. A great all-around artist who at a certain point turned his back on the music industry and then, unfortunately, the whole world. I'm glad it's raising interest.

Incredible, I didn't know this story, Lewis, but these are two made-up characters. Keep in mind that the names, unless it's a coincidence (but I strongly doubt it), are borrowed from literature. Billy Pilgrim is the protagonist of "Slaughterhouse-Five" by Kurt Vonnegut, and Rip van Winkle is a character from Washington Irving's tale, the one from the Legend of Sleepy Hollow. :-)

Why would this be cleaned up? It sounds raw and unfiltered, with no frills and no overdubs. A classic rock quartet: vocals, two guitars, bass, and drums. Dry and ruthless in both the music and the lyrics.