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Dislocation, this time you've really outdone yourself. The piece is truly remarkable, well-written, interesting, and engaging. One of those pieces that dignify this place.
The only point I feel compelled to make is about the Italian left-wing political song. When you state that it was "certa d’una vittoria proletaria finale per la quale mai si è data pena d’indicare una via, un mezzo, sempre e soltanto il fine, mai il mezzo," meaning it was simply a utopia, a generic and not concrete exposition of values and objectives, I don't agree; it doesn't seem to me that it was like that. The models of the environments that expressed those songs were well-known: China and Mao's Little Red Book, Lenin's Russia, Che's Cuba, and so on. All places where the objective had been achieved through revolution.
So that was the means: the proletarian revolution. When the songs didn't state it explicitly, they implied it. When Guccini sang "trionfi la giustizia proletaria," something always happened in the audience.
Anyway, congratulations! I would give you 6 stars if I could.

a shabby compilation released by the record multinationals Harvest, EMI, Columbia, and Sony to make some cash, born old, filled with overdubs and remixes due to copyright bans.
What do you want to say to madcat? Nothing, childhood memories are sacred.
Perhaps his is the only forgivable way to talk about such a terrible record.
Madcat, ego te absolvo, in nomine Patris...

Basically, only about ten 45s remain, which will be worth 35 thousand euros each (that no one would ever pay), and three minutes on YouTube.
And then the memory of Marcel, who, if I understood correctly, is still alive.
Ah, I almost forgot, also the memory of Marguerite from Nice.
A story almost carried away by the wind. Beautiful.

perfect.

Congratulations, a well-made analysis written with a lightness that dusts off an epic now distant but wonderful to remember. At twenty, I loved the entire Blue Note repertoire. As the years went by, I realized that the motto "Jazz with feeling, soulfulness and groove" concealed a trap, namely the shadow of "style," a mortal danger for jazz, because there’s nothing more boring than style jazz. Today, I think there are Blue Note records, I’d say about fifteen, certainly among the masterpieces of all time (starting with the one you mentioned, Somethin' Else, an album essentially by Davis, even though it's credited to Cannonball). Then there’s a sea of records that all resemble each other, the "blue note" sound, that solid and impeccable hard bop, which is overshadowed by the not-so-benign presence of "good craftsmanship." In any case, I love those records, all of them, and especially the vinyls. It's nice just to touch them, to turn them over in your hands. Congratulations again, I hope to see you on these screens again.

Hammer, but if Blonde On Blonde had come out, what would you have done?

Abraham, let’s make it clear, your review SUCKS, do you understand or not? What is it, can’t you get it? This is not debatable, it’s objective. If you want to turn it into a sob story, the vomit, the cancer, the backstory, and the fluff, go ahead. The crazy element here is you, not me.
But it remains that your review sucks.

The relationship with songs is something intimate and personal, and criticizing someone else's bond with certain songs is pointless. Therefore, if the songs on this album "belong" to you for some reason... well, good for you, I'm certainly not going to delve into that.
However, the review does not do justice to an unforgettable figure like Lucio Dalla, who left a void for many.
Certain accents on belches and farts, I'd say unpublishable, I would have avoided. On the contrary, his strange gurgles, in some cases turned into entire songs (intervista con l'avvocato, pezzo zero and others), represented an important part of his character, the one who doesn't take himself too seriously, only to then sit at the piano and sing Anna e Marco or Futura.
I think that after Caruso, Dalla lost the ability to write beautiful songs. I find practically all his albums from the mid-'80s onwards negligible, if not ugly. Attenti al lupo is one of the ugliest songs I have ever heard. However, as the great man he was, he became eclectic (even more so than he already was), unpredictable, always able, up until the last day of his life, to deliver extraordinary pieces of spectacle and art.
In any case, between 1966 and 1983 he made the history of Italian music, and also my history. Even that of lector, who locked himself in his room.
For this reason, your review, aside from personal tastes, does not seem adequate for someone like Lucio Dalla.

Neghentropic?
I mean: N(y) = H(Ygauss) - H(y), where Ygauss represents a random variable with Gaussian distribution and covariance matrix of the variable under study y.
Or "tending towards order."
HOPELESS I have always been a fan of yours, and I can't recall a bad piece of yours. All great, some absolutely stunning. The level is high as always.
But a couple of times I had to grab the dictionary, and you see, I graduated in law with flying colors. Anyway, congratulations as always.

well done