Socrates

I don't know what led you to believe that I am an optimist (of the will always...); but what I hope for, in the current state of affairs, with the most despicable revisionisms making a comeback, seems to have become a goal that is harder to achieve today.

I reversed the votes, pardon.

These important albums from the '70s, for someone like me who was born in the previous decade and therefore "wasn't old enough," are often a relatively recent discovery. In the sense that, in the backward search for musical movements that one hasn't experienced firsthand, those that are closest end up, paradoxically, being the last.
Regardless of political discussions, which can (and should?) be had (even if the nine "photographs" of the album should be part of the shared memory of a people and not just of so-called "communists"), and despite a certain emphasis and rhetoric that inevitably make the album feel somewhat dated, the real surprise was the variety of musical solutions and the taste in blending genres, as well as the skill of the musicians.

I don't believe I deserve such heartfelt praise, Ringo, but nonetheless, I thank you very much. In this whirlwind of reviews, it’s already difficult to be truly read; your careful and generous re-reading is an honor for me.

It was truly a shame that he wasn't there, and I confess, although I am not a die-hard Springsteen fan, I have thought more than once about remedying that. But for someone trying hard to avoid clichés, sloppiness, and above all, not to take advantage of the patience of the reader, tackling the evergreens is no easy task. In my view, Massimo handles this challenging task more than adequately.

Always in great form, Ringo, although I consider this beautiful album a step below the two magnificent ones that followed.

Dear goalkeeper, I envy you very much both for your personal acquaintance with Sisti (by the way, does he no longer write music?), and for the autographed lyrics from Paddy. Come back to visit us.

If one day we had to evacuate the planet, it would be among the three discs I’d slip into some pocket. "God Only Knows," how do you reach levels like that? Black, always in tune.

These young people! Just a title and they take off, not imagining how many "memories" are unleashed by these "songs to remember." :-) This morning, for example, I was accompanied, like an itch, by the white-reggae of "The World Girl," with its swarm of images... "Flesh and blood..." and Miles Davis's favorite, "Perfect Way" ("...I got a perfect way to make a new proposition / I got a perfect way to make a justification / I got a perfect way to make a certain maybe / I got a perfect way to make the girls go crazy...").

I confirm everything good said about this album in a previous review. Regarding Enea's writing, brilliant even when not at its peak, while I agree with the rating and the overall approach, I’m not convinced by the opening, nor by the ending, which is indeed a bit predictable. I wouldn’t overly emphasize the "disengagement" or the "simple little songs," because it seems to me that, in his own way, distanced from the musical cliques of those years, Bennato offers us his vision of the world and delivers a harsh judgment on the society of the time, which, in hindsight, turned out to be quite accurate. It doesn't strike me as low-quality satire present in "Sono solo canzonette," a title intentionally contradictory to its content; moreover, respecting the fable-like structure, the songs lend themselves to more than one interpretation.