frantz

Nice and fun review; as for the album, it's good but gets tiring after a while.

This is a album that left me quite perplexed when it was released, aside from "telefonami tra vent'anni," which struck me immediately. After many listens, I reevaluated it, especially the cover of Carol King.

I was there too, mostly because he's one of the greats I hadn't seen yet, so I bought tickets months ago and settled in the stands. Honestly, I didn't expect much more than a possible disappointment, as often happens with these sacred monsters; the latest example being Eric Clapton's concert. To my surprise, this concert was a revelation! I never imagined his solo moments from the best "acid" period and such a well-rehearsed ensemble that could move forward like a train at full speed. Of course, there were also the inevitable disappointments, like an overly long and equally pointless drum solo, not to mention the one on the percussion! The only solos that stood out were Santana's, truly a magnificent and eternal guitarist, but let's be honest, it's all "craft" now, especially the conga player's; he was a notch above all the others! Then there were the more pop moments, catering to an audience on the brink of retirement age, which felt a bit saccharine and unnecessary, but somehow you had to stretch the broth! However, Black Magic Woman and the segment around it was worthy of future memory!

I went the day after, when fortunately it didn't rain; it may not have been as cathartic but it was preferable. After the Verona Arena several years ago, this was the second time I saw them, and I must say that at first they left me a bit indifferent—perhaps too perfect, I don’t know, but that was the feeling. However, the concert definitely grew, and the finale was truly engaging. I must say that the Radiohead concert is still one worth attending.

It's a rather cold but well-crafted and interesting album, so much so that it still spins quite a bit in my player. In its genre, I think it's among the best things.

Every now and then it’s nice to dust off old memories, Ball of Confusion was a hit when I was DJing... but that was really a lifetime ago. The album as a whole wasn't that unforgettable, though.

A truly delightful album, further along in the search for pop sounds compared to "indirizzo portoghese," which is still very much tied to South American stylistic elements, and even more so to his first album "Para Voce Querido Caé," which I don't understand why it isn't mentioned on his website. If we want to make a comparison, his music can be likened to that of Civello, but while the former is more wrapped in Italian singer-songwriter sounds, the latter has a more international and jazzy breath, even though both have a strong pop element. However, when the result is good, this is certainly not a flaw.

Congratulations, beautiful review, full of expertise and passion. From my side, I can only remember one (and only) excellent listening experience many years ago at the ROF in Pesaro where Pollini played, in my opinion, a splendid Beethoven solo piano.

I have all of Bob's albums, and they're strictly on vinyl, and this was definitely the first one I bought. It's a shame that over the years I've lost the poster that came with it; nowadays, the vinyl WITH the poster is worth a nice sum, but my passion for Bob has been going strong since the late '70s, and he was my first true musical love. I consider this, of course, a great album, but in my opinion, Babylon by Bus is more complete, nuanced, and showcases a Bob that feels less "exported" as this one does. Both albums are, however, exceptional! The review is, in my opinion, slightly hasty, but good.

Wishing you a happy 2008 dear hal!