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Anyone wondering if anyone has ever taken this artist seriously cannot be unaware that an entire generation has taken him seriously. He should instead ask himself: "But have I, snes, ever been taken seriously, outside my little room?". And then he should answer himself.

perfect review for a singer-songwriter who is too often forgotten.
Moreover, clarity has finally been brought to his voice, mistakenly referred to as "falsetto" by almost everyone.
Agnese is simply a magnificent song, but this album also features "fuoco sulla collina," which I have always considered one of the most beautiful rock pieces in the history of light music.
Congratulations fabriziozizzi.

Dear Flame, Fruttero & Lucentini, La Donna della Domenica and, above all, A Che Punto è La Notte (which is my favorite) tell of a brilliant season of the crime novel, but to me it feels like centuries have passed.

What remains? I would say little. Torino remains. If you venture into certain neighborhoods, from Vanchiglia to Borgo Vittoria, you can still find the Torino of that time, and in some courtyards, almost nothing has changed, but no one seems willing to tell its story anymore.

Where has the crime novel gone? In fact, where has the novel gone, considering that almost all publishing houses are on their knees, people working in the industry are on unemployment benefits, those who were self-employed haven’t earned a penny in months, and bookstores are struggling.

By the way, I'm sure you'll be interested to know that in one scene of the film, you can see my old house from that time, on Corso Galileo Ferraris. But that morning, I was at school, in elementary school. Best regards.

G, Count, Sfascia, 123asterisco, rafssru, doing certain things is dangerous. Talking about an album that never existed could open a rift.
Guys, I'm not joking.
A rift to the dimension of the invisible.
And once you’ve opened that rift, complicated things happen.
There’s not much to joke about. I opened one in 1987 for almost three-quarters of an hour, talking to my girlfriend about the second album by the Sex Pistols, which doesn’t exist. I lost my bike, a Bianchi worth 700,000 lira.
Guys, let’s not open rifts to the invisible. IT’S DANGEROUS!
They can swallow you up. It’s well known.
I’ve warned you.

I don't know why, but I always confuse him with Ivan Cattaneo, who has nothing to do with it.
Anyway, I appreciate a certain originality in Camerini...
Listen, THAT'S ENOUGH! It's time for me to tell the truth.
I have NEVER BEEN ABLE TO STAND Camerini.
God, how much better I feel. Try it too, free yourselves. I assure you, it feels better.

I instead appreciated it. A simple, useful, and, all in all, shareable list. This time Martello, you got it right. I'm sorry.

this group is an exception in many ways.
First of all, there is the "nomadic people," meaning a fanbase that very few other artists can boast. I agree with DeReCensore that in this environment there is a complete lack of objectivity, replaced instead by true fanaticism.
It’s a peculiar environment, a leftist Emilia of the '70s, that today, now over fifty, brings their children (and sometimes grandchildren) to the concerts. However, it's worth mentioning that despite the generational change, the Nomadi have survived, and it seems that there is still a solid young base. I don’t mind this; after all, it’s still music with not despicable content, indeed, sometimes more than shareable. And then, they’re better than Tiziano Ferro with his whinings.
I also agree that there are some bad and very bad things signed by Nomadi, and I’m talking about the ones from Daolio.
However, it must be said that their beautiful songs are genuinely beautiful. My favorite song, Un giorno insieme, manages to move me every time.
In short, a great piece on an album I will stay away from, following the advice.

I have always adored this singer-songwriter and I find it a terrifying disgrace that he is no longer with us. Years ago, I saw him walking down Via Indipendenza in Bologna. A friend of mine said to me, pointing at a guy briskly walking under the porticoes, "do you know who that is?". Perfect review. I will listen to this album very soon, but for once, I’m giving it 5 stars on trust.

what a pity, Stefano2010. The beginning could have been intriguing, the bar surrounded by greenery in the Parma area, a jukebox, the long hair. In short, you had plenty of ideas for a "different" piece on this album. However, it seems to me that you wasted them. I’m counting on the next one.

welcome. Please, forget the Pink Floyd.