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In 1999, for RCA, Dalla was a highly dangerous gamble. He was a strange character, difficult to place in a genre. As a singer, he was aesthetically far from conventionally appealing, but he made up for it with a powerful voice. He could perhaps have become a "white soul" singer, like Demis Roussos, but his repertoire didn’t quite fit that role. He was eclectic, also loving jazz, but as a clarinetist or saxophonist, he was merely mediocre. In short, a complex figure with several good cards to play, but hard to position on the market.
In my opinion, it was his intelligence, his genius, that allowed him to catch the right buses and become a star. But this happened almost 10 years after those recordings.
Good review fábriziozizzi

I've always found it to be a beautiful album. They play with the history of music, sly and crafty, and I find that amusing. They remind me a bit of what Quentin Tarantino does with the history of a certain cinema. It's not "the greatest album of...". However, it's a very pleasant and likable record.

The repertoire you bring back is interesting and fertile, and it seems to me that you have the right spirit (which would be the love or hatred for what is being discussed). However, fabriziozizzi, please, just a couple of notes on the where, the who, and the when (the origin of the artist or the work, the musicians who worked on it, the year of publication). I'm not asking you to write liner notes, but at least the year in which the work was created...

For me, Lolli remains an extraordinary character. It doesn't matter how his songs sound today. Congratulations.

Hucknall has a beautiful voice, yes indeed, indisputably, whatever.
Some nice songs, yes, definitely.
The struggle, the hunger. Yes.
But if you travel to places where summer music is played, like the Riviera Romagnola or Versilia, Barcelona or Paris, you can find plenty of bands that do stuff like this, and even way better than this. Unfortunately, I didn’t note down the names, but I’ve seen with my own eyes and heard with my own ears, um, truly better bands than Simply Red playing in venues along the coast in front of 40 people. And they had, rightfully, an amazing success. By the end of the concert, they even had their drinks paid for.

snes, haven't you understood yet that for me you are a valuable toy?

I don't believe it.
I have been studying G's phenomenology for years and I think I can provide a more than plausible interpretation of its manifestations on Debasio. I believe that by saying "bel," he wanted to send ME a message that sounds more or less like this: "I disapprove of this little game of targeting the user called Snes and provoking him every time possible in order to drag him into quarrels that do no honor to you, to Snes, or to Debaser."
In many similar cases, he did not intervene, allowing the targeted user to be surrounded and picked apart to the bone by another or by multiple other users. The fact that he intervenes this time can be explained by two reasons: the first is that he evidently cares about your presence on Debasio (and unfortunately, I find it hard to comprehend this), and the second is that he believes your defenses are not only weak and inadequate (which is now evident to everyone), but even counterproductive, as they trigger the back-and-forth quarrels that, as I said at the beginning, he would like to see cease.
Thank Mr. G, because in my opinion, you do not deserve this esteem, you scoundrel! And say "good evening, Mr. G." And now go do your homework! Off you go!

Wonderful
Famicom he is foolish

One of the albums of my life. Beautiful track.

zaireeka, I share all the feelings you’ve beautifully described while listening to this splendid album, and I definitely don't want to play the nitpicker correcting the reviewers' commas, but I feel compelled to express a small criticism of this dignified piece: atonal, no. Surely it’s music that isn’t easily digestible like a collection of traditional songs, but atonal, no. Atonality is something else.
For the rest, it was enjoyable to read this piece that tells emotions I recognized. Well done.
The competition over which of the two Hatfields is more beautiful has been dragging on since my adolescence, and it still hasn’t been resolved.