Dislocation

I almost forgot the stars......

Ohpebbacccco, what have you unearthed.... Maximum respect for the Telex, but I clearly remember that we could have done without a product like this, as it was blatantly a ready-made tool to sell tons of 45s and a few LPs.... an impeccably prepared little product meant to be danced to everywhere, as synthetic as it needed to be back then (i.e., completely synthetic).....
Well done, citing Trevor Horn, to avoid dangerous similarities with the little product in question; you would have forced me to hunt you down for a quick kneecapping.... Truly, his products had a different depth and value, I'd even dare say pure and even, oh dear.
Well done, Almo, an unusual choice, a piece of crap but reviewed properly, without falling into summary justice, and yet, indeed.

Great review, a bit too didactic but those who have seen the film enjoyed it quite a bit while reading it.

Did you want the quiet provocation of someone who arrives fresh as a quarter chicken and reviews the most reviewed rock album of the millennium? Et voilà, Monsieur @[luludia] has served you... The proof of what we said days ago, it doesn’t make sense why one should be afraid to review works that have already been reviewed several times, if it is done well and with a little something new to say, who cares if this album has been reviewed nine hundred and six times?
If I feel like it, I'll review Ebbiirood or Meidingiapén...
Good job, Lulù.
I just didn't expect you to be so inclined towards profanity.
Trallallà.

The song itself has never captivated me much; I have always preferred, in Dalla, his "tout seul" repertoire from "Come è profondo il mare" to the early '80s... I have always thought the verses of Pallottino were very fitting for the music that Lucio had tailored around them, ultimately very and even too simple, or simplistic. It took me decades to see something else in them, personal suffering and experiences of real life, beyond the presence of Dalla on "sabatoseraeleganti" on the first network, which had bothered me a lot since I was a kid, given the evident depth of the character, who seemed out of place and wasted... Even I, who like everyone had this tune in my ears as a young boy, after reading "La Storia" found more points of contact with the song in question, and it has always seemed strange to me that I found them; now I console myself, then...

I read your lines with pleasure, as always, really, and in part, I found myself in them. However, a small sense of surprise took me while reading @[ilafante]'s comment, who imagines Quattromarzo as a "Rimini" in reverse; I have always identified this latter piece, tastes aside, as one of the peaks of De André's writing, a song of pity and respect without final judgments... It's true, and as always, I find myself wondering why I didn't think of that instead of him...

Giostrammer writes more than very well, as we know, and who would deny it? I like his chiaroscuro; at almost sixty, I still haven't been able to express mine, bless him.

I noticed there are few comments about public address systems. Who remembers them, you bunch of wheezy old geezers?

I inform you that Mrs. Carla Bissi is not and has never been your girlfriend, neither cosmic nor earthly. The Artist in question is, in fact, MY girlfriend, cosmoterrencelestial, always has been, just imagine. Tzé.

Come on, that's fine like that.

As the slow "Hard to say I'm sorry" sinks into everyone's sides.
Nice review, I don't know why, for a while I've been getting fed up with the reviews that ooze childhood/adolescence and so on, me, you, Luludia, a mess...

By pure coincidence, at that very moment I was on a helicopter, I wasn't piloting it, maybe I was hanging out on the MG, and I properly pierced that guy's head, so he learns…. Just kidding, thanks, at this point I love you in DeBaserian style.