luludia

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I have the disc...
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to listen to and therefore homework
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Taking a record like this as an emblem of the eighties and then destroying it with some catchy phrases without providing any argument is, you know, at least naive...
Another thing that's a bit off is quoting Jannacci and De Andrè in a context that, for convenience, we could define as rock; those two had nothing to do with rock and didn't understand it at all, and believe me, I adore them...
When you push a thesis, you need to have a bit more guts, meaning interesting things to say... otherwise, it's like hanging out at a bar...
Beyond the rightful diversity of opinions, someone who knows a bit (and that's not me) shouldn't even respond to you...
You would have done better to just talk about the guns... which, by the way, I find lame too...
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I adore Dino Campana, and honestly, I find it hard to think of his texts as songs, although you never know... anyway, great review and excellent recommendation...
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you made me laugh...
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I don't know the work and the subject in question, but if I understood correctly, they are only partially the object of the review... a review that is very beautiful... now let me ramble a bit... art is primarily form, indeed it is only and exclusively form... that is, it is rhythm (writing is also rhythm, painting too) or music (all arts have something of music, someone said)... this form can be codified, or whimsical, or, paradoxically, formless... it can speak the language of night or day... it can be primitive or futurist... in some cases it can even be all these things at once... art is the most perfect of illusions and as a form, meaning as music and rhythm, it conveys meanings (which, however, always come afterwards)... if the meanings only make us angry, it means they have believed themselves to be something more than form... if they disturb us, or plunge us into the night, it simply means that art has achieved its purpose, that is, that form has captured forever something magnificent or horrible... that’s why, Celine and Death in June, to name two rather well-known examples, are nonetheless great, truly great artists... there, I've rambled on...
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"I like the verbs once again... as for the rest of the review, being older, I understand little... I give you five even though you're a pain in the ass..."
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too long… but the fact that when he was a little boy he played the best sonatas on his mom's piano is worth, on its own, a five… a friend of mine who loves Coltrane used to say "a pecora!!!!"… in other words, with Coltrane you go in like a sheep and whatever comes out, comes out… for me he is, perhaps, the greatest musician of all time (and I like jazz just enough)…
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the review isn't that bad and I find the one completely unjustified and perhaps given out of bias...in any case, I think it's absurd that a review gets pushed off the homepage...as for Vecchioni, I've never liked him...
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Once again, you dwell too much... and don’t get to the essence... what a shame... you could have done it by just leaving the two numerical operations without adding a single word.