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I was young too, and blades and hammer. A bit this, a bit that. Now I wouldn't know, with one or the other, if I could endure or if I should flee, clever.

Guys, instead of wasting time on this latest "scandal page," take a jump to the homepage and give a round of applause to an album you should listen to at least once. Whether you like it or not. I'm talking about a COLOSSUS OF THE '900. And a beautiful page, certainly authentic. I'm talking about MINGUS. Screw the umpteenth Bowie review, screw Ondarock. Screw this psychopathic monitor-novela of copied pages. Everyone line up in front of the BASTARD - It's a Public Service Announcement.

When you came back to say welcome on the page dedicated to Moondog, I reminded you that it was you who had to return. You did it in a way that I really liked (even though it reveals a form of proud naivety), including the Italian that seems uncertain to you. This was the place to say the things you said, because despite being open on all sides to all incursions, and therefore subject to exhibitions of pure idiocy and frenzies of every kind, many here, each in their own way, have a relationship with music similar to yours. I take the liberty of giving you a small piece of advice: find a way so that it is not you who has to go toward "the people," but vice versa. Of course, said like this, it seems impossible. But perhaps it is less so than an unnecessary Stations of the Cross in the realm of commodified entertainment. Bye.

It wasn't easy, with HIM. One more word: BUY IT.

Reading that pushes me to listen, with greater attention, to more extensive parts of his work. Never considered, in fact, the genius that seems to reveal itself here and which ZiOn, never stingy with hyperbole, places among the greatest of the last century. Sometimes this young Sicilian lad deserves a little applause. Don’t exaggerate, though. For his own good.

It's not the first, nor the second time, and this request for clarifications keeps coming up only to be consistently avoided or disappointed. Someone always pops up saying, "What does it matter, the important thing is that it's a good tip for a good record." I repeat what I've said elsewhere, namely that it's not like that at all and that the whole situation strikes me as a bit pathetic. It reminds me of certain children with whom I lost the desire to play. Not out of fear of losing, but because they destroyed the enjoyment of the game, the game itself. I couldn't understand that they weren't even aware of it. Given that it's presumably an adult, it seems even more incomprehensible. I don't know, Francè, what sense does it make?

Hi Kosmo & Gab. Well, belly and heart are quite close, a little higher up, in the case of my short stature, is the head. It’s in there that I keep little pieces of impressions, and the alchemy sought and found in the first album by T.G. seemed interesting and perhaps more unique than the first by Loop Guru. This is just a relative note, let's say, about the context in which they were released. I need to listen to it again after such a re-presentation. Bai bai

By clicking on "watch" in the text, this page should open (it doesn't for me): Instruments of Harry Partch: Introduction (remove any spaces that may have formed, as in the address I indicated in the post above) - Bai bai

Thank you for your patience, also on behalf of Harry (whom I have already apologized to elsewhere). And for the always generous comments. Special thanks to the editor, incredibly patient - For a nice review where you can find the details, album by album, of the Collection, I recommend: All About Jazz - I hope to manage to fix my poor PC and send a few more snippets, one of these days. Bai bai.
@Sfascia: Mr. Nobody is there when I'm not. - @zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz: a more organized Mr. Collyer, maybe a cousin of his...

Lowercase f, but almost uppercase page. I still believe, however, that the numerical evaluation should in some way reflect what you write. And that the highest marks should be reserved for work of a different caliber, free of the flaws, which are not so insignificant, that you highlight yourself. It is not, as it may appear, an exercise in low-level accounting. It is the age-old question of proportions, of excessive enthusiasm, of the guidance that balanced grades can provide when it comes to deciding how to spend money. Especially useful for those who have little money, and when the records, if good, tend to be collected.