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...I think of leafing through newspapers with little enthusiasm...
Boy, you hold liquid gold in your pen instead of ink.
You are a top player, and the exposure of a piece like this revitalizes this dear old spot on the web called Debaser, lately inflated with bleak and ridiculous controversies among users who really have nothing interesting to say.
But I believe this is not the right place for you. I'm getting old sadly, and so I’m one of those who still believe in print media, and I think someone who writes like you should access the world of publishing as soon as possible. The internet is fine, but it comes second. Those who write like you need to publish books.
As for the work in question... I love this genre but practice it very little; a piece of 504 minutes, then... it's hard for me to come across such a thing. Maybe a reduction of 60...
In any case, the title will stick with me thanks to the quality of the recommendation; who knows, maybe one of these evenings, on YouTube...
Congratulations. Also a bit of envy. But just a little and completely under control.

I think the review covers all the most important themes of Dylan's story, especially his rejection of the role of "minstrel of social protest" that was imposed on him by the press and the public, a rejection that sparked the powder keg. Dylan's story well represents how discomfort, the refusal of a role that does not belong to you, can inspire the writing and composition of masterpieces. For this reason and for its wealth of historical data, it is a quality review.

I only disagree on two points.
The first is that I don't think it's historically accurate to consider someone the "inventor" of a genre. Much less folk rock. I believe certain trends were in the air; no one invented them, some contributed to outline their characteristics, some earlier than others. I don't think anyone "invented" anything.
The second point is entirely personal, and that is the overall evaluation of the work, which in my opinion deserves much more than 3 stars. If you give 3 stars to an album like this, three-quarters of all rock music ends up digging below zero.

Anyway, well done paolofreddie.

sorry, typo in the second to last line: no one has managed to convince me that these things, which are beautiful, are a shame to belong to the past.

I find this review commendable not so much for musical reasons (a good production by George Harrison), but because it accounts for gestures and attentions largely abandoned by new generations: rummaging through vinyls at a market, discovering a lesser-known title, bringing it home alongside other purchases (including a good tobacco), placing the vinyl on the turntable and lighting a pipe, discovering the virtues of new acquisitions, especially flipping the record to hear the B-side (truly an act from another era), instantly falling in love with a track, and appreciating the tobacco as well.

In short, a classic solitary Sunday afternoon from bygone days, practices that pertain to a relationship with music that has been lost with the advent of digital and online music. No one has yet managed to convince me that all these things are beautiful and that it's a shame they belong to the past.

For this, and also as a great smoker of "Dunhill Nightcap" and Balkan Sobranie, I give five stars to the review.

Interesting review.
A small personal note on Umberto Eco, with Stanlio's permission.
The last book I read by Eco was "Il Cimitero di Praga," a beautiful novel with a complex and gripping story.
The protagonist, Simone Simonini, a forger and spy living in the late nineteenth century, at a certain point in the story, creates the masterpiece of his life, for the dual purpose of profit and spreading antisemitism: a (completely fake) document detailing a conspiracy of rabbis leading various Jewish communities in Europe, in which they outline their plans for world domination and the destruction of Christianity. Simonini names the deadly forgery "Protocolli dei Savi di Sion."
The great Eco, as he has often done in his novels, draws inspiration from a real event, the story of this false document "I Protocolli Dei Savi Di Sion," actually crafted by the tsarist secret police at the beginning of the twentieth century to spread antisemitic hatred.
Then, about ten days ago, what do I read in the newspaper? That the senator from M5S Elio Lannutti tweeted an article referencing "I Protocolli dei Savi di Sion" as if it were an authentic document.
Too bad Umberto Eco is no longer with us. Who knows what he would have said to the dreadful senator.
Forgive me if I have digressed a bit.
The point is that Umberto Eco's novels always deserve attention.

Long live!

...alright, you convinced me DavidWillpower. I got it, and as soon as I find the time, I will listen to it carefully.

A piece worthy of one of the greatest adventures of the century, which was the adventure of the Doors, so brief and intense.
The funniest part, in my opinion, is the description of what those four blocks between Laurel Canyon Boulevard and Sunset Strip must have been like, with Pam's little garden on Love Street during those hot summers. When I was a kid, I dreamt of a paradise very similar, made up of peaceful people spending their time playing beautiful music and exchanging treats and girlfriends, between naps and long erotic sessions with beautiful girls, doors left open, and in the evening, after returning from the beach, parties lit by candlelight and endless blues rock.
It didn't turn out that way.
Here in Turin, it's really cold, I struggle to make it to the end of the month, I can't stand four-fifths of humanity and, rightly, I am quite solitary. The door is bolted, and I have decided to kill my neighbor.
Dear Count, write more often and make me dream.
Before it's too late.

I loved Joe Jackson a lot in the '80s. I was dazzled by the vitality and freshness of Night and Day, which I think is one of the greatest pop albums of all time (I'm not exaggerating!). Then he didn’t make a wrong move for nearly a decade. One album more beautiful than the other.

Then in 1989, Blaze Of Glory was released and suddenly, almost overnight, his music stopped captivating me. I bought the vinyl of Blaze Of Glory and I could never manage to listen to it all the way through. Today, I can't say whether I changed, or he changed, or both. The fact is that he completely disappeared from my musical interests. What once seemed exciting to me later felt boring. I don’t think I'm a unique case because I know he experienced a total and relentless artistic decline in the '90s.

I hope your enthusiasm is well-founded. I listened to the posted song and it seems beautiful to me, even if the voice sounds a bit faded from the roaring years (which is, after all, understandable). I hope so because it would be proof that great adventures eventually come to an end, but sometimes they can also begin anew. It would be nice if that were true.

If I read this review without being told the author, I would exclaim: but this is pure "VinnySparrow" style. If it’s not him, then it’s someone who mimics him.
It is him.
"...15 pieces that create a perfect descent into the mysteries of the (perhaps) still unexplored depths...atmospheres that smell of mystery envelop us in total surrender...".
It is inevitably him.