Dislocation

Modification to the review: "Division of two words that have united against nature." See the old version La Voglia, La Pazzia, L'Incoscienza, L'Allegria - Ornella Vanoni, Vinicius De Moraes, Toquinho - recensione Versione 1

The little stars.

So keep watching TV, keep...

Like "Who the hell is Kyrielison?"
Like "Who is Shostakovich?"
Like "My balls!"?

Ajé ajé.

I always forget the stars, god Jemanjà...

May the Archivist's Madness Syndrome be with you.

But this is not a review for @[lector], it's just Asterix deciding to take his time, to revisit the lines he has written, to polish and to make substitutions here and there. Well done.
There’s a lot to say about Hardin, but many others have already said much, so I won’t elaborate. Such an artist, so pure in intention and so impure in his realizations, deserves a chapter of his own, not just in the history of jazz.

Talking about Velho Caé is like discussing an institution, a Noble Father, a talent/genius always open to every novelty, both sound and literary, never tired of discovering and proposing, one of those fifteen or twenty figures (at least five or six Brazilians) in so-called "light" music (in the narrow and debatable sense that excludes only classical) that must be mentioned when discussing it.
Confa had the good sense not to review the more famous Velosiani albums that have been talked about ad nauseam, often cited and praised, choosing instead a minor work, which we can safely define as such, within the vast landscape that Our Man has gifted us.
Therefore, praise should go to @[Confaloni] for taking this path and reaching it with dignity. The only criticism, if permitted, of his writing is the opening that places him in front of one of the most tired and odious clichés in the field of Music, the one that sees a distinction between "light" and "classical," a curse that has accompanied the oldest among us since they had the ability to drop a needle on a groove, later shamefully replaced by the equally infamous practice of dividing music between rock and pop, jazz and pop, indie and pop, and so on. The same elders mentioned above could easily remind the attentive listeners of DeB that the music festivals they love to cite the highlights of, from Woodstock to Parco Lambro, were defined by their creators as "Pop Festivals," and there were not exactly either mIka or the usual Pausine within...
The Confalonian introduction is therefore, in my opinion, pleonastic and ultimately unnecessary for the review's economy, as well as a tad misleading regarding its very well-formulated and clear content that follows.
Long live Confa and more Veloso for everyone!

No one, and I mean no one, among you has taken into account the simple assumption that Sanremo is Sanremo.
That was enough and more.
And, as Sfascia would say... AH!