kosmogabri

very beautiful review, full of love for this artist. The impression that McGowan has always given me is that he crashed under a table many years ago and never got back up. Anyway, total respect for him and the Pogues, a band that has made a great mark. The Irish sound owes everything to the Pogues, all the ramblers of the world know it...

Of course I know that until the contract is signed, nothing is set in stone, but I was really disappointed because I was looking forward to bringing a "red" to the square in Lugano, just to annoy the youth policy assessor and the mayor :D Anyway, in the end I managed it anyway with Silvestri, even though he moderated himself (he was in Sanremo mode), so I only partially succeeded. As for Silvestri: did you read carefully what I wrote? He and his musicians told me that Capa is a bit temperamental, a bit crazy... said with friendship, since they know him well. Look, Silvestri didn’t say he’s an asshole, okay? In fact, total respect for Capa the artist. Regarding the manager. He was also on board for the evening, it’s just that Capa didn’t feel like it; he wanted a vacation (understandably) before heading off on the tour, of which the date in Lugano would have been the famous pre-tour date, the ghost date, the dress rehearsal like those that almost all Italian artists do here in Ticino, the date that doesn’t get listed (what a coincidence!)... to put it bluntly, that’s the system around here.

great review.

I honestly couldn't get past the third piece of Daniel Lanois. When I calm down, I'll listen to it again; I've been too restless lately. As for Paris, Texas, that’s a movie I would gladly watch again! I saw it when I was very young, and I think I would perceive it differently and more appropriately today. --- So: today I picked up White Jazz and Dalia Nera. I think that's a good start, right? :)))

Now they called out all the police/ Police dragged some old lady/ Right downstairs, hollering/ "Move your ass, all you taco benders/ we're gonna protect and serve you right on away from here."/It ain't home of my business/ and it ain't my master plans/ You got to go where they send you/ When you're a dozen-drivin' man... (It's just work for me) ---- thanks Odra... :))

Instead, I have to say that this is your best work so far; I really like the style, it's getting sharper. And the part about nihilism really touched me! I met Capa in a radio interview; I went there specifically to propose a concert in the square, and he enthusiastically agreed (as did his manager). Then, when it was time to finalize the agreement, he pulled back for some excuse or another. I was really disappointed; I thought it was basically a done deal, at least that's the impression he had given me. So, I had Silvestri come instead of Capa, and when I told him about the situation, Silvestri himself said that it was typical of Capa to be so unpredictable... just to say that I'm not fond of him, but objectively, he fits the character perfectly...

The cover is fantastic! The skeleton wearing a baseball cap, on the bulldozer that knocks down the little houses, and a UFO looming overhead... The UFO like those from the fifties that symbolized the fear of invasion (of 'Martians,' meaning the communists)...

I've always liked Ry Cooder, even though the Buena Vista irritated me at a certain point {when I was selling records, I often sold it to such unlikely people, who liked the album because it was "nice"...). But this album is anything but a commercial operation. The people who bought Buena Vista for "those lovely and spry old folks" might be disappointed here, especially since the 'spry' ones have since passed away. Chavez Ravine is a beautiful work with moments of profound musical depth, tinged with a touching melancholy and at the same time great vitality and warmth. This story has recently come to light (in the USA) thanks to the publication of a photo book by Don Normak, a guy who photographed the community (more specifically, it was a kind of shantytown that existed since the early 1900s) just before it was permanently cleared away in the late '50s, amid the full McCarthyism. In fact, the last brick of the final shack was torn down by bulldozers live on television, along with the arrest of the last resisting family...! The CD booklet contains many images by Normak; they are very beautiful, very 'real'. This 'visual' aspect is a crucial part of the work. It is based on those images, on what Normak photographed, that Cooder, also a Los Angeleno but raised in middle-class neighborhoods, revived this story. I read that after the Buena Vista boom, Cooder traveled to Asia and did other experiments in musical 'contamination', but at a certain point, he felt an irresistible desire to return home, to Los Angeles. He himself says he felt 'called'.... Cooder knew nothing about what lay behind the construction of Dodger Stadium, and discovering this story (thanks to Normak and his book) galvanized him. Imagine, a great traveler like him discovering a cultural treasure like this right at home. It took him three years to make this album, involving musical research, rediscovering old lions (Guerrero, Don Tosti, who have since passed away, and to whom the Buena Vista-style can can was spared, thank goodness), but also an incredible historical investigation. There are many points of contact with what is happening in the United States today, even though (Cooder's words): "... the McCarthy government was limited compared to Bush’s today..." (and that says it all!). --- Do you understand that I wanted to write this review too? But I waited, I knew you would do it, yes I knew it!!!! :D (sorry for the double post!)

Mine!

no Odradek says the same things that you think. I’ll send it, but only if Zione gives me permission :))