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<- Looking at it without resizing, I would say it's either Super-Skunk or Big-Bud. Brownish, without colorful pollen, quite a few surrounding leaves, nicely compacted, fairly large flower. Bets are welcome.

Well done, Hal, you've grasped the spirit of the review: "la vittoria si sà, sempri noshtra sarà."

It's an electronic music album, you know (as Zaione specifies in the review), there's no rapping on it, just electronic beats. Sure, the beats lean towards rap, but without the guy rapping, the effect changes quite a bit. You might want to give it a try, it's a great compromise.

If you send it to me as I requested in the review, I’ll gladly slap them on.

During the Cold War, he was recruited by the CIA and stationed in Fermo, Alaska: they had him lean over the cliff to intercept Russian conversations. A man, a guarantee; two ears, a reason; a blanket, a masterpiece... Luis Torres, and the union takes off.

Enlisted at Lexoleum/Warp Records. And damn it, it reigns supreme. Please download his tracks from the Warp or Lexoleum site, this is one hell of a Beat Maker with the balls to back it up. Lukin, hey, redo your desktop theme ->

Anyway, have you noticed Luis Torres' mega ears? (with a remarkable hairstyle that highlights them) he’s a human satellite dish, he didn’t find God, he picked him up on FM.

Massimof, you still haven't realized where you are. You don't even know whose house you're in, you haven't even read what the site requires from the reviewer... your requests are just the usual requests for pasta allo scoglio at the ice cream parlor.

I knew that Felix had a brother, but I didn't know he played the drums... Actually, it makes sense: together, they form a completely Pastorizzated rhythm section. I’ll have those with a decent connection download the stuff from Jaco's site, then I’ll let you know. I'll try to steal the biography from its owner; I don’t think it can be found in a bookstore in my city, but in the meantime, there are 20 copies of Ligabue's book and 30 of U2's, and all of this fills me with pride for my city, a place that deserves to be blessed by San Nervino, aka gas, nervino.

Ah no no, television screens. When Jaco died, I was in elementary school; when this was recorded, I wasn’t even born, and when you saw Ron Carter, I was taking the training wheels off my bike. Regarding the bassists you mentioned, I'm missing a few: Weber, Pedersen & Garrison. Oh, I might have a record or more where they play, but I don’t remember their names. As I say in this review, I thought I didn’t know Michael Brecker, while in fact I had several records featuring him; I should check the credits of the CDs. I have Manring since he was a student of Jaco (he’s the guy who wrote Jaco's biography, worked his ass off, and gathered every little thing about Pastorizzato third; I learned everything at first by osmosis, then I had CDs copied for me, and then I started buying Jaco-related stuff myself) and I like him a lot; you can tell he’s a musical adopted child of Pastorizzato. I know Egan as a regular and very welcome guest of the Patrizio Metini Banda; indeed, his name doesn’t usually come up in discussions, although following Patrizio through his evolutions requires some serious balls. Matthew Garrison is the same, another one who doesn’t come up much, but his name is a bit everywhere. If I’m not mistaken, I have a couple of live CDs (doubled, I don’t remember titles etc.) with McLaughlin and something with Hancock; I’ll check tonight and listen to them again.