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I'm glad it's a good time for you. And a bit "envious" because I too, back in the barracks (the only one from my city in a remote barracks, due to a certain "political restlessness"), listened to Battiato. But the second (or third?) album of songs, I believe almost 15 years earlier... I'm curious about your opinion regarding that article, if you have the desire and time to read it. Hi and have a good day.

Of course, I regret that the page has ended in such a pitiful way. And, to be fair, I must admit that I could foresee that the ultimatum regarding the simple yet indispensable issue of avoiding the use of conversation to pass judgments on people rather than on ideas (following other occasions when both I and others had posed the same request) could serve as a pretext for a psychotic and disgusting outburst. As is predictable and just, those who have not been directly involved have no interest in seeking any shred of reasonableness in what has ensued. So I apologize to them, but, as I have already mentioned, despite the documentable lies of the elegant "gentleman," I have never addressed him nor expressed judgments about his person. The only way to avoid this unbearable compulsion to repeat was to clearly and definitively raise the issue. All I can do now is refrain from getting dragged into the squalor of his reaction, avoiding dynamics quite common in contexts like these - Amalteo, the bovine, wisely will take away these residues as well. And I smile thinking of the old Musatti, whom you quoted. His words drew a strength and wisdom from his unique and unrepeatable person. With all the effort we can and do make, sometimes it truly becomes nearly impossible to find a "neutral ground" in communication. At that point, it’s best to end the communication. Bye, and have a good day.

Amalteo, the "gentleman" above has just expressed himself for what he is. I have dealt with him elsewhere, and there too, the thing I had to insistently remind him, always with extreme correctness, is that in a conversation, ideas meet or clash, not people. Especially in a "virtual" context. But this nice little example of a man seems unable to avoid it. Every statement is "read" by the gentleman, when at least the law (he managed to exercise his cheap sarcasm here without even understanding what he was reading) out of perhaps an innate need to judge the person expressing it. There's a limit to everything. Even to the holy patience I never thought I had. And today, this individual has surpassed it. This time, significantly. With enough cheek to close by bringing up his "moral and intellectual honesty." Well, at least I had a good laugh. I hope he keeps his commitment to get lost. Amalteo, I appreciate your willingness to engage in dialogue and the perspective from which you view things. Unfortunately, even in this seemingly "neutral" space, attitudes reflect the nature of individuals. I won't express further on that of the "gentleman" in question; it seems he has already revealed enough of himself. I simply hope to have no further dealings with him. See you, goodbye.

Look, Antoniodeste, you're right. I like your conciliatory tone, this version is nice. You weren't referring to me. I'm probably just paranoid and misunderstood. I would be tempted, in the face of such dissimulative exercise, to paste a few hundred of your lines (posted here and elsewhere) that prove the exact opposite. But that’s unnecessary. You know very well what I'm referring to. However, one thing I hope resonates with you loud and clear: if you can stay on topic, express your opinion, and discuss others' opinions without exercising your keen psycho-anthropological analysis (complete with crude diagnoses of others' minds or the intentions you read between the lines) on the interlocutor, great. Otherwise, I would prefer to avoid further meetings. Is that clear? I repeat: is that okay? Can I consider it closed? Thank you.

Morning, I said it surprised me a bit, that’s all. I don’t find the continuity that you evoke, to the point that many consider the two ways of conceiving jazz almost diametrically opposed. But there are many ways to "listen," and it’s therefore natural to have a variety of perceptions and interpretations. However, any opinion deserves respect, for me. And I wouldn't be able to (nor would I dare) to express judgments regarding someone else's understanding of any musical genre. That’s something that irks me when I read it. Contribute, question, and argue a point of view. From every page, whether in the review or among the comments, I discover something almost always. That’s why I come here. But why shoot judgments at the interlocutors? C U on another planet. - P.S. At certain moments, Ellington is pure magic for me.

Nah, I thought you were referring to the thread, the common thread on the use of DeB :) Hume's phrase opens "forum" (even individual ones, in each person) every time it appears.

Hal, I haven't listened to that record yet, it's on my long list of things to listen to. But, staying in the often-treaded field of coincidences: have you also noticed the strange affinity with the other page where we met today? A forum, you said? Bah...

@ Amalteo: I'm sorry that a matter I hoped was settled elsewhere has reverberated here. I agree with everything you say and have always acted accordingly. However, after a while, I can't tolerate the misuse of this space to continuously express pompous judgments about the interlocutors and their way of thinking. And when I realize that this is a constant modus operandi, at least towards me, I prefer to disengage. - Hal, a forum? I'm here to read and write about music. Respecting the space and the interlocutors. Amalteo's words are simple and clear for everyone. That's all I need. A forum, no way :)

Caio, Hal. As you often remember, there is a certain subjectivity. And an improbable objectivity, in music. And certain days are more suitable than others to enjoy certain sounds. Today for me is a day for an old octet by Trovesi, "Les Hommes Armès". Ten years and not feeling them... Goodbye.

Sergio, I agree with you about the movie. I don't remember "mani bucate" (I saw that film ages ago) but that very young Sandreli is a divine image. By the way, do you know if it exists on VHS or DVD?