El Guevo

Los Angeles is in the first solo album, the self-titled one.

truly beautiful this album, which was originally supposed to be called Black On Blonde in honor of the myth of Frank and that album Dylan recorded in Nashville, but then they pointed out that the comparison with Dylan is unsustainable. The cover of Dark End Of the Street is spine-tingling, as is that of the legendary Doug Sham. Remarkable, as always, are Black's compositions. In short, a truly enjoyable album, Frank's melodies presented in a country & western style, with this elegant and high-class sound only Nashville can deliver. A real surprise, 5 stars are a must.

The Reed album was a provocation to get rid of his record label, which was determined to make him honor the contract, so Reed made this non-album.

This is not a record, it's myth, it's legend.

sure, sure.

In short, it seems to me that the one spouting nonsense here is certainly not me.

"We were talking about Barret being high, not a genius, so read carefully before you start spouting nonsense."

"this is still you who keeps contradicting yourself: SORRY WHO EVER TALKED ABOUT ACIDS AND DRUGS? NOT ME. Did you watch the DVD?"

This time it's you who keeps exaggerating and starts bringing the conversation to drugs. "Then: Barrett did his first things when he was sane, success went to his head, just watch the DVD of his story before spouting nonsense as you usually do. It's obvious you don't even know what you're talking about because of one thing: you wrote his name wrong four times. You don't even know who Barrett is, but you enjoy opposing me, and that's fine because it entertains me, but avoid bullshit like 'if you change the arrangement'... who am I? EMI?"