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Lariana, I understand the respect for old Allen, but I can only agree with Ajeje: I believe you are of an age that allows you to understand how implicit the citation was in those years. And Guccini, whom I listened to a lot until the late '70s, is certainly not so silly as to get caught up in such a blatant "plagiarism" that starts with the same words, come on. I don't understand why he would have needed to refer to it to "clear himself." Naturally, I agree with the advice to read L'Urlo. By the way, I also had the chance to meet him, Ginsberg, already quite elderly (him) in the company of good part of the gang, and they were really entertaining (especially that little rascal G. Corso, drunk as usual) - Dear Ajeje, I know this will only increase your sarcasm, but on that occasion that old queen even attempted a French kiss, from which I excused myself thanks to reflexes that were still quite sharp at the time :)) - As for this record, I refer to the comment on the other page dedicated to it: "Vedi cara" is enough for me, but there's more.

Exquisite Peterwanz for the Sfascese require patience and dedication. As for marriages (how such an idea crossed your mind...) I inform you that Mr. Symbad and I are both already married and maniacally heterosexual. This does not exclude, as far as I'm concerned, esteem and affection. The doubt around the meaning of your "nonostante" remains, but let it remain. - I hope the scratching is not due to scabies. If so, I recommend appropriate prophylaxis (indulging in scratching, while providing immediate and fleeting relief, does not solve the problem). Regards.

And I thank him again, since we're at it.

Well, I don’t know what you mean by normal, but it seems to me that Symbad & Sfascia understood each other perfectly up there. Indeed, decoding the sfascese takes a bit of practice. What I do know for sure is that this is one of the few pages of Symbad that I hadn’t visited (or maybe I did, without leaving comments): I'm doing it now, and I greet him with a kiss. I take the liberty, Peterwanz, to recommend you click on his nick: you'll ensure a journey through dozens of delicious pages, written with the contagious and engaging enthusiasm of one of the best presences ever appeared on this site. Both as a "reviewer" and as an individual.

Come on, from the cover it looks like it was released on Cramps Records/nova musicha... And how did you come up with the connection to Aleph? Bailey (this Bailey) I can only listen to under certain conditions. Which rarely occur. But it's definitely worth getting to know his records.

You convinced me. I’ll look for it. Denghiu a lot.

I mixed, in the reading and in the post, the comments of c'è and Alessio. I apologize (but I’ll emphasize Jazz Hot or Hot Jazz: it’s a recommended read for anyone who loves music, not exclusively jazz, and a passionate way to experience it).

Look, Alessio, continue with Vian. Search and find the collection of reviews he wrote for Jazz Hot (I believe it’s titled just that. I read it over 25 years ago in a now rare edition, but someone reprinted it years ago). His enthusiasm and unmistakable style make reading a splendid guide to jazz. Many of those pages recount evenings with great American jazz musicians in the clubs of Paris. He was the one who connected Ellington and Davis in the French capital. - For a "soft" approach to jazz, I offer three very basic suggestions: listen to "Songs for My Father" by Horace Silver (you can also opt for Cape Verdean Blues), "My Favorite Things" by Coltrane (and while you’re at it, "Coltrane Plays the Blues") - "Time Out" by Dave Brubeck. They are neither the most "important" albums, nor my favorites. But they are the ones that customers asking your question most frequently chose after a few listens. And they were satisfied with their purchase. Plus, you can find reviews of these three albums in DeB. - Then, returning to the charming French writer, if you haven't read it yet, get the novel that Vian wrote under a pseudonym (and grotesquely linked to his death) titled "Sputerò sulle vostre tombe." A hardboiled novel written "on a bet." I’ll close this long ramble hoping it can be of some utility to you, keeping in mind that jazz is an infinite territory and charts and attempts at codification are absolutely useless, although sometimes amusing. Have a good journey.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzeta, check the mail.

Finally. One of the best records of recent times, in that area where the genres indicated in the description intersect. The brief review conveys the idea fairly well. I wouldn’t reach 5 stars, but 4 definitely.