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DeRank : 22,35 • DeAge™ : 3011 days

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Beautiful work, worthy of more listens, sincere, naif just enough not to seem cloying and predictable, even while dealing with such a vast and "known" subject as the blues, the one of blood and earth, abandonment and sadness, but also hope and future…
And then, how can I not thank Chris and Jeff for dedicating to me nothing less than the title of the album… and without warning me beforehand… what can I say, moving, really…
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I won't bore you, but I will star you, you and Franceschiello Zappa.
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I hadn't bought JJ's records since "Night Music." I let myself be persuaded by you, what can I say, I'm getting older and my heart's getting soft, I felt your passion for Our Man, I bought it…
Thank you, @[DavidWillpower], I found exactly what you described, a record fresh as if it had been recorded by a twenty-year-old but with the immense baggage of experience that JJ possesses, and I really couldn't believe it, truly a great record!!!!
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My noble namesake, where the hell have you been? Are you still suffering from the alcoholic fumes of New Year's or, as it seems, are you just laid up?
Just imagine, if we're talking about Gimmorrison, you can at least expect 4 stars in the review and 5 for the product... meuì...
Orvuà, provincial bastard!
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Everything related to the Can tends to awaken my slumbering, lazily lounging intellect, even if it’s just a gaseous bodily emission. Just imagine, then, the mere citation of their creaking hero, that Damo Suzuki of whom I've already said too much. A place of the mind, more than an artist, and certainly less than a singer.
Still, as ever, indiscernibly weary and rightfully good, the usual @[lector]...
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Ah, here it is....
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What do you want from me? I kinda liked the minirece, it’s just that instead of having a friend from kindergarten or elementary school, I have one who comes from middle school and high school, and, what a luxury, another who slept next to me during my military service. I mean he slept in the cot next to mine or in the sleeping bag next to mine, filthy-minded people. We’re still friends today and we’ve seen things that make you human. I know you don’t care, I know, I know, but I said it, don’t say I didn’t tell you later. To @[iside] 5/5 politician, someday.
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I distinctly remember having driven her time and again, the Fiat Campagnola (also AR59), duly equipped with Milan support. The years were 1982/83.
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In fact, and to settle any discussion and parochial debate for or against the original nomenclature of panettone, in Zena the quintessential Christmas dessert would never ever be called "panettone"; it’s called panduusse. Pandolce. To distinguish it from that of the mangianebbia, which has nothing in common and which erases every memory at the first bite.
Amen.
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In the listening week dedicated to Trane, this review comes just at the right moment. So, after becoming aware of the new trallallà, after having granted you five stars for this and that, nothing prevents me from posting, still within the "week" mentioned above, a nice little piece by this very tanned kid who produced art, pardon, Art, excuse me, A-R-T-E...
And trallallà it shall be.