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Reading you made me think of (with the obvious differences, I suppose) the Glissandro 70, who knows what happened to them...

Hi, Psaico. I just started downloading it, I already know I’m gonna like it. Denghiu y besos.

Come on, Gate, are you referring to me? Would you be so kind as to clarify?

She plays the piano and he plays the trumpet. - Sorry, but it was stronger than me (the temptation, I mean): that sequence of "Erik Satie plays the piano..." called for this old joke. - Returning to the mammal in question, if this little page brings some young fellow closer to her music, it will have already achieved a nice result (although I doubt anyone hasn't heard Gymnopédie No.1 yet, given its widespread use in cinema, theater, TV, documentaries, advertisements, etc.).

Putting sarcasm aside (a bit exaggerated, I admit), I appreciate the enthusiasm of those who choose to "dive into the world with their ideas, even at the cost of being belittled and insulted." However, I still don’t understand the enthusiasm for such a frankly boring disc (especially for those who pay attention to the quantity and quality of sound information) like this one. But I must admit I’m musically rude and a bit off the wall. Cheers & kisses.

Well, Brahms, anyway your theories are quite nice. The "objectified" music and its "duty" to convey information (I’ll point out that John Zorn - not exactly an egocentric guitarist like the Albion brothers - was already talking, about twenty years ago, about "great quantities of sonic information" regarding, for example, so-called hardcore music, but in a different context) and not to generate emotions. And from this comes the consequent impossibility of a "different perception" if the listeners are well-educated musically. Do you have any similar theories regarding the origins of the species or evolution? You know, there are ongoing disputes between believers and atheists on certain issues, it would be good to clarify once and for all. And then there’s still that dilemma about the egg or the chicken: maybe a bit of healthy rationality from you could finally solve enigmas that have dragged on since time immemorial. After all, you’ve managed excellently with the meaning and the "function" of music...

Oh yes, let's hope Lana doesn't disappoint us!

Zumurrud, Zumurruuuuuud!!! - Seen in '81 or '82, Tarvisio, I was doing military service. At night in the barracks, his name echoed: Zumurrud, Zumurruuuuuud!!! Someone thought I was trying to get the article and get off the service. - And this morning, unbelievable stuff (I can't believe it myself, maybe) I woke up, and that name popped into my mind, I repeated it several times while the cat demanded his dose of food, and I decided to give it to him as a second name. - And now, flipping through the latest comments, I find it again among the lines of the page: Zumurrud, Zumurruuuuuud!!! What a bizarre coincidence. - I apologize for the interruption at the bottom of such a worthy page, but it was strange to find Zumurrud again like this.

Well said, rather, said perfectly. But I still believe that their best work is "Quirck Out," probably because, deep down, I'm a sentimentalist and I still remember the impact of the first listen, after buying it blindly, on the suggestion of the guy who later, I believe, wrote the Rockerilla review you're talking about. - P.S. I don't even know why, but in the mix you mention, I would add a pinch of David Cunningham (Flying Lizards) even though he probably has nothing to do with it. Maybe just the attitude of "not resembling any other band from those years" /(even though he started well before).

Hi, Freddo. Some time ago I read McEnroe's biography, which was quite boring overall, but at times engaging enough to make me want to explore other perspectives on the subject. Agassi's book, after a disappointing commercial performance upon release, shot up in sales thanks to word of mouth (especially here following a review by Baricco, if I'm not mistaken, which kept me away due to allergic hives). I really liked this page, and I believe I understood a bit about your approach to tennis. I encountered this sport in the most humble way: as a child, I was a ball boy for a tyrannical and annoying coach, whom I now remember fondly. Needless to say, working was also a way to attend all the lessons on the court, so sometimes I played against his young students, often older than me, and the satisfaction of winning was doubled by the fact that while their mothers were paying handsomely for lessons for often bored and spoiled children, I learned and took home the (few) bucks for my little expenses. I didn’t continue playing, probably due to a sort of rejection of the environment (all those rich kids back then), but over time I’ve always followed with interest the succession of characters and styles. After your beautiful page, I decided to order this book as well, despite Baricco. Thank you.