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Mhhh... regarding DeMenata, you’ve kind of extrapolated and glossed over. But the fact that you welcomed the "prompt" seemed to me overly stoically generous :) - Well, in the end, you see them live, damn, these Battles! On the hot side of music lately, huh?

Thank you, Mauri. I had read it somewhere. But there's no chance that I will get to go there :)

In short, we have "similar" tastes; we often read the same books, we are captivated by a reification of feelings that seems to be shared, and we feel we can share, more easily than in the past, the amount of "information" and stimuli we accumulate. But... there is no one who can compile a value scale identical to another's, organize an inner museum where the selected works not only have the same arrangement, but are not even understood within a similar logic. Perhaps one possibility lies in abandoning the idea that a common denominator can be identified at that level. Anyone who has read this entire rambling will object that I have provided nothing more than rather ridiculous observations. That no progress has been made. Well, yes, I probably believe that progress can only be made sideways, transversally... - In short, I don't think it's possible to solve the riddle with a curse against "relativism." It is, on the other hand, unthinkable to compare Lecciso to L.V.B. This duality, then, seems to be a dead end. Does anyone have an idea of a way out? A josi, who subscribes to Purcell (as I do, after all), will not have missed, for example, that his highly shareable discourse rests on a term with a seemingly simple definition: value. How to attribute it? Based on which minimally shareable parameter? Because without this primitive operation, the rest can, paradoxically, collapse... - If we add the beautiful concept of absolute, which Burns has just kindly provided us, the omelette is made :) - Well, after this rant, which deserves the sarcasm of any DePassante who has had the opportunity to read it, I give up. Bai

This knot of "high" and "low" culture is, I fear, a noose (especially if the extremes of one and the other are not so paradoxically and grotesquely distant: Lecciso and L.V.B. is easy, already Pazienza and Tabucchi...). Most of the time, in the attempt to untangle it, we end up hanging. Sometimes in endless, dignified conversations that revolve around the never-definitive meaning of the terms we are repeatedly forced to use. Or to evade. Culture. Art. Value. - I enjoy observing the directions, sometimes unpredictable, that these attempts seem to indicate at times. But has it ever happened to you that they manage to arrive at a point clearly visible to most, devoid of blurred edges and gaps, of further (and opposing and contradictory, but equally plausible) outcomes? - Why, then, is it so interesting, nonetheless, to observe its unfolding? Perhaps because, once it is established that one will not get to the bottom of it, it becomes easier to grasp the detail contained in a single phrase, the brilliant misery of a novel perspective on a particular subject, an unheard-of connection between seemingly irreconcilable things. Because, ultimately, the complexity of communication, which I believe is an exponential fact, seems destined to resolve itself into the fragmentation and concentration of fragments.

I haven't read Hal's page yet, and he knows why (maybe they'll bring it to me tomorrow, Hal). But I saw this thread in the "latest comments" box. I liked Ecsd's first post, but not so much the second: I should say that I have a hard time with the term artist, and for me there's no uncertainty between Warhol and Canova. Canova. Period. Sorry for the intrusion.

True, Dear Wanderer? :)

Thank you, Wanderer. It was a pleasant discovery for me - Look, given the extremely rich April of musical events you had (and I imagine you followed), why don't you give us some accounts in the form of a review/live?

Amalteo, that album is very beautiful. (But very different from this one) I don’t have it, but I listened to it a lot back in the day. If you like it, and it seems you do, listen to, if you haven’t already, another album by Metheny, reviewed by the magical Symbad not too long ago: "As Falls Wichita, So Falls Wichita Falls", released a couple of years later. Hi, and have a nice day.

@ Boredom: right in Olympus, in contact with the dEUS! @ Nicholas: they didn’t respond, those gentlemen. Well, if someone has been, I hope they’ll want to tell us about it. I’m quite curious; I don’t know if they will have a date around my area. Anyway, I usually end up missing all the concerts. Bye.

Really excellent. I've never heard this, but I know the Cows. And it seems well-balanced to me. Among the recommended ones.