Contemplazione

Hi Ole and Muffin, thanks! @Pulp: I used to go to Aristotele, on Via Cesare Pavese (branch) and on Via dei Sommozzatori (main), during the '95-'00 period. Now it's a den of poor, lobotomized dwarf-beasts; back then it wasn't that bad, even though the peak of musical taste was listening to Metallica. If you also listened to jazz or classical, you were a loser. Anyway, Monteverde is a real neighborhood, with a true "popular" identity... while the Laurentina area, how can I put it, is a "fake" neighborhood, there has never been and will never be any cultural ferment, also due to the type of urban planning, organized as dormitories, with fast roads, no squares, no pedestrian spaces, no "socially engaging places."

Seeing the length, I got discouraged, but then I said to myself: what the hell, let’s not be the usual lazy, superficial Italians!! Well, really, congratulations on your thorough and sharp analysis, even if you could have been a bit more concise while still being exhaustive. A film that manages to reproduce in different keys of interpretation the deeper meaning of the love-hate relationship inherent in the man-God (or Creator-Creature) dynamic. "FATHER, I WANT MORE LIFE!!" I also find it hard to accept mortality; every time I think about it, I feel it’s a great injustice! I want to live forever. But maybe it’s those greedy people like me (and Roy) who are mistaken... the kind where one gives you a finger and you take the whole arm! What was the other proverb... don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?!?

Either they were "ugly normals," or they were "cute crazies" (alternative lifestyles in role-playing games, manga, dressed only in black and purple, who would throw up on you after a clear little), or if they were "cute normals" they didn’t understand a thing about music and acted like they were the best. I often found myself with the second category, sometimes out of opportunism with the third. My best friend, however, belonged to the first category and played the piano beautifully. Endless chats about music and movies, plus teenage issues. Looking back, high school wasn’t so bad...

I believe it, I believe it Pulp! Even though as a teenager I was less highfalutin, the scene I imagined was me playing the piano to impress the blonde or brunette of the moment, whatever you want to call her. If only!! If only there were cute and "normal" fifteen-year-olds sensitive to the charm of music. Or at least that was the case in my suburban Roman high school... UNZ UNZ!! PORòPPòPPò!!

Sorry maxgit, I just want to point out that they are called "Brandenburg Concertos," not "Brande"M"burghesi," as you wrote in your review and post. No polemical tone or know-it-all attitude intended.

5 stars to Bryter, 5 stars to Five Leaves, 5 stars to Pink Moon. If Happypippo were here, those who rated it 3 would have something to worry about (this is his all-time favorite album). 4 stars to maxgit as encouragement being the first review and given the excellent choice (even though there were already a couple of reviews on Bryter).

Just sent it Vì...with ten days of delay.

Tricky, indeed other albums could have been included ("Concerts" that you mentioned I really like), but the ones I've written are, in my opinion, truly indispensable. "My Song" has a rather commercial sound for my tastes, and is a couple of notches below "Belonging." Even though it contains "Tabarka," in my view the most beautiful piece from the European quartet, and one of Jarrett's best compositions. There are moments when Garbarek and Jarrett seem to be doing a duet, with reciprocal and staggered melodic references. They take turns improvising a paraphrase of each other's improvisation. The result is beautiful, and both Palle Danielsson and Jon Christensen contribute to creating a unique atmosphere of apparent rhythmic indecision. The melody is heartbreaking. Anyway, at least once in a lifetime, it would be worth seeing it live. Of course, fifteen years ago it was a different story.

The truth about Jarrett: it’s now advisable to listen to his best albums if you don’t want to take too many risks. Jarrett's best albums: "El Juicio," "Facing You," "Belonging," "The Koln Concert," "Still Live" (with the trio), "Paris Concert," "The Cure" (with the trio), "Vienna Concert," "La Scala," "At The Blue Note The Complete Recordings" (6cd masterpiece of the trio that I reviewed), "The Melody At Night With You" (even though many hate it, for me it’s pure melody). "Radiance" and "The Carnegie Hall Concert," on the other hand, are heterogeneous in inspiration. Some wonderful gems alternate with sterile, cold, and convoluted free jazz piles. DO NOT mention "Tokyo '96," the beginning of the end for the trio, which from that moment begins to recycle itself, gradually revealing a mechanism that is too well-oiled, lacking creative bite. "They play from memory!"

Psychopomps, anyway the film is set in the years leading up to World War II, not in medieval Japan! Princess wrote it too...