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Thank you Enea, your unmistakable style.... .

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I experienced the phenomenon of so-called "krautrock" firsthand in the 70s, following it closely (I even broadcast it on the radio as a 17-year-old, alongside American phenomena, which were, by the way, of a completely different nature—Reich, Riley, Young, Subotnick, Glass, etc.) and getting excited about its "sideral" and abstract-futuristic sounds. Then it faded away for me, but over twenty years later, that crazy guy Julian Cope popped up and shared his perspective with me; I must say, it entertained me quite a bit. Although I enjoyed his insights less when it came to his "Teardrop Explodes" (which I find a tad overrated). However, he definitely has the ears to understand Krautrock, and for anyone wanting to delve into it, this little book is just what you need. Eliodoro's profile is good. It's also nice to reread Enea. It's been a while since I read you. Bye!

Yes, Terry, you hit another (small) mark with Jorma. But I saw him live (sooooooo many) years ago in a recital doing his beautiful things; and the hall was full; and I couldn't believe it! Just thinking back to "Genesis" or "Hamar Promenade" still gives me chills... Why don't you try reviewing something by Hot Tuna? Come on, you can do it!

The presentation tour of "Genealogia" gave me the opportunity back in '74, I believe, to see my first concert. Right from the initial spread of the intro of the title track with the ring modulator, I understood that I was witnessing something I would never forget. And indeed, that's how it turned out. I saw Perigeo live two more times, during the "La Valle dei Templi" tour and then the concluding "Non è poi così lontano," and the impression of being in front of one of the most prepared and convincing Italian groups in our contemporary scene never changed.
This second work, very beautiful and intense, is proof of how there were characters capable, at the dawn of the '70s, of shaping an original "electro-Mediterranean jazz," sometimes lyrical and energetic, well-structured when needed, able to compete with the great names of the then-popular British jazz and with the wave of changes in general that Italy found itself facing during those years. It's a great pity that the group had to disband due to financial problems and the lack of interest from their label (RCA). The same fate also befell the talented Agorà (mentioned in the notes). Jazz and its derivatives, unfortunately, pay little in Italy...

@BRRRK: That it’s a boring and poorly executed record is your questionable opinion, which can be acknowledged, if nothing else. Amen.

I'm with Terry. And it's not even the first time, I think. And I'm with you. Hi Pibroch! I just read a lovely "pseudo-chronicle" almost Joycean with a backdrop of Sunhillow. You can clearly sense the fatigue, the pleasure in the waters and nature, the desire to escape and find refuge in Olias. You've truly engaged me... I lived those moments on the intercity with you. And then I'll go dig up that nice record (as I remember it). See you soon.

.....ah, love, love, always love.....What would we be, without it? ;)

I didn't know that Debaser also acted as an agency for lonely hearts, and frankly, I have serious doubts that Terry is really seeking solace or realistic hopes in these lines. And even if that were the case, just imagine the scenes...!

I’ll tell you that I don’t really know anything about this curious guy. But this, however, applies to millions of other artists, I suppose. I definitely got intrigued reading this curious profile in a beat generation style as if Kerouac were still alive and playing "The Heart Of Saturday Night" or "Foreign Affairs" by Tom Waits in the background. I wouldn’t even be surprised if Jack Daniels were a regular at the black dog’s house with his bobtail. These stories à la "Paris Texas," or at least how I imagine them, are always fascinating to me and they always steal pieces of my heart. I, who am always there looking for genuine emotions that often end up digging deep inside you.