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P.S. A record in which the context makes Paolino Fresu's "voice" more interesting was released in 2007, the pen belongs to Mrs. Bley, the album is: Carla Bley "The Lost Chords" find Paolo Fresu. I liked that one...

Well, I don’t think Fresu has much more to say beyond what he has already said. This, like some of his other works, is enjoyable, but having already given it a listen, I think I’ll let it pass. He is nice; I organized a lovely evening with him, Salis, Di Castri, about a dozen years ago, and I appreciate his way of experiencing music. But around Italy, there are more interesting things, even not far from the so-called "mainstream," and around the planet, there’s a ton of stuff beyond the names mentioned by WoodooMiles (but if I have to choose between little mouse Spalding and Avishai Cohen, there’s no contest, just to name one). For me, the problem remains time: having discovered some "veins," one could empty deposits, but I never manage to listen to the things I’ve stashed away. So I end up putting Jimmy Giuffre back on... Bye, Primiballi.

I hadn’t seen this one. I agree with Azzo: "My blues is you" is the track, so much so that they gained some visibility with it (excluding that earned in the "underground" circuit). And for me, this is a good record, even better than the previous ones, because it showed a good overall solidity, a pretty decent identity. Plus, I’m old enough to have seen them live during an excellent festival that brought all the best of the "scene" of those years to Turin, thanks to Alberto Campo and Renato Striglia, two who circulated a lot of good things in my city back then. I no longer have the vinyl, so I'm left with the memory, and that’s worth 3.5/4. The little page is quite sparse, but at least it brings them back to the surface. I wonder what happened to those guys...

@NICO63: devotion doesn’t have an exclusively religious meaning, as far as I’m concerned. I’ve never been an atheist; since I stopped being Christian (31/03/1973), agnosticism seemed healthier to me. In the case of my Hilde, devotion also takes on sensual contours, but I won’t go into details. Just as the blasphemy I mentioned is of a musical nature, the dear blonde who died on a bike couldn’t accept a similar comparison, even though she captivated us too (not charts, but at least orders of magnitude, for me they are indisputable: postmodernism already left me perplexed upon its emergence, imagine its exhausted epigones) - (Then I believe I agree with Fusillo, in the substance of some posts, and in the form of his presence on DeB: I like that young man)- In short, esteemed NICO63, it seems to me that we’ve understood each other: I’ll skip over Burzum, which I’m happy to do without. Anyway, it was a pleasure to meet you. Bai.

@Nico: I came back to this page because my sensors detected the mention of my Hildegardina's name. Even though it borders on blasphemy, I appreciate your post, dear Nico63, if only because I've encountered another "devotee," it seems. Have a good day.

However, this Mr. Algol is quite pheeco. And he's also young. That image of the traffic divider panettone is sublime.

I reiterate what I wrote under the guise of MR.NOBODYNOPARTY: The review is crafted with the same pleasant care and elegant lightness as the album. And this remains one of his best records.

I would never have expected, before hearing (and seeing) those two sing "What a Wonderful World," to associate the term tenderness with Nick Cave. With Shane, yes, I had seen him practically "thrown off" the stage by his own Pogues... but here there is such a concentration of ruin and pride that they really touched my heart. - I confirm, Miss Dubarry: it is a pleasure to read you.

Hey, IMASOULMAN, good evening. You’re quite bold and you just beat me to it by a whisker… I see you’re reigniting the debate between high and low. I don't think that's the focal point, though. It's more the fact that there's really no need to force things into a logical funnel. Their "grandezza" doesn’t allow for it...

Well, yes, a bit forced, the little page. It doesn't seem to me that the "flaw" lies in the vulgarization (which isn't quite correct to translate as "direct to the masses"; I think Geeno used a broader meaning), but the path is rather rudimentary, constrained as it is in the attempt to make the circle square, in order to logically connect elements that are obviously relatable in subjective feeling. I mean: when I first put "Closer" on the table, just released, I had been waiting for it for a while. I had the vinyl of "Unknown Pleasures", I was young and predisposed to infatuations (and a rather gloomy mood, let's say), sure, but I knew Joy Division; we were practically "contemporaries"... and yet, when I heard "The Eternal" for the first time, I was surprised, and I felt a sensation very similar to what I might associate with listening to some moments of the "Requiem". But there is no connection between the two, nor has it ever crossed my mind to establish one: I would reduce the essence of both, it seems to me, which lies precisely in their identity and uniqueness. And I am not interested in discussing things like high and low art, as the very word "art," as I've written multiple times, gives me hives. Yes, "The Eternal," which I don't consider a great "song" in the absolute, would not make it into a hypothetical personal ranking of "best tracks" I might compile, however, for me, it is still a catalyst for feelings and states of mind that reactivates with every listen, even after 30 years. Of course, this also happens with the Requiem, but it doesn't depend on them or forced "logical" connections: it depends on me, on the connections my feeling has established. - Having said that, the other page that deals with this work (at the time I annoyed quite a few on DeB to go and read it) also resorts to an "other" element to convey the perceived meaning, to transmit its power. And it places it between the description of the work and that of one's own existence, in a game of references that the reader is meant to enjoy. The "other," in that case, is Celine. There you go, it seems to work better.... - Anyway, beautiful page from Madame, I enjoy reading it, miss.