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Thank you all: absolutely pleasant comments (thanks certainly more to Stan than to me...). Truly beautiful record, trust me. The fact that the bossa can sometimes be tiring is probably true, just as it is equally true that SG's class is so immense that it makes everything splendid, even the lesser works (and he belongs to the very few whom I have never, I mean never, heard play a note out of place... not even on poorly recorded semi-bootlegs...).

It seems to me that this page of good Cece is the right place to stigmatize the mess of the summer, namely the Bennato-Britti couple, who, under the pretext of blues—something the former has known and forgotten and the latter has a nerdy-scholarly knowledge of—are rampaging through the radios of everyone and the minds of the fools. Kisses to all.

This, like other records, melancholically takes the mind and heart back to an era when singer-songwriter music still existed, now surviving on itself or extremized for us few connoisseurs (I refer to Fossati on one side and Capossela on the other), amidst a sea of trivial beach tunes that are unintentionally sad and banal. It's over, but it was a glorious era.

It's nice to hear that KJ is still KJ, for better or for (non-existent) worse. The last time I saw him was at the Arena, a few years ago, during the famous concert when he rightfully got angry with the flashing and idiotic audience. The review is good, even if it's filled with (entirely understandable and shareable) romantic rhetoric.

beautiful album by a pianist who has been a giant of his instrument, with perhaps the "artistic" limitation of having done too much, produced too much and above all participated in too much. Among the infinite pile of things (never less than beautiful, though) stand out wonderful collaborations with Armstrong and with Lester Young (the latter, in particular, are truly sublime recordings). Ciau

BB is my absolute idol. A true great. I've seen him several times, the most beautiful of which was in Milan, in 1995, at the Teatro Smeraldo. His blues is sunny, infinitely less suffering than, say, JL Hooker's. A positive, sublime, and unmatchable man and musician. It seems that diabetes will keep him away from Europe for good. What a shame. Nonetheless, the luck of having seen him is definitely no small thing.

Thank you! It seems to me that our vision is completely aligned. A few months later, I can only confirm that. The album is beautiful. And this simplicity is certainly (like De Gregori's) a point of arrival, rather than a "step back."

Thank you, Miki. To Tiziocaio: I too played for years in small venues in Bassa, just a bit further west... and from experience, I can tell you that if Graziano Romani sold a bunch of records tomorrow, stopping being niche, he would automatically become crap. The problem is being able to evaluate Liga (and I swear I'm having a hard time with this lately as well...) independently from the TV commercials and the tons of promotion, always on TV, that he does. For me, Liga is good solely for the product he offers, which I think is of high quality (but of course, I respect anyone's opinions). In short, just as Juve didn’t need Moggi, Liga doesn’t need TV (so why the hell is he always there....????). Regarding live performances, you’re simply mistaken. In this tour, along with his Band, which has been enriched by very few elements, the Clandestino have been brought back (rightly so), who are certainly not new, and Pagani, a character towards whom I hope you can't and don't want to object anything. Cheers.

In agreement with Fidia, and I repeat this to many of us who had the chance this year to hear both Gilmour and Waters, wonderfully in shape. And the credit, albeit indirect, also goes to Syd. I repeat, because I don’t want to be hypocritical even today, that the "musical phenomenon Barrett," in my opinion, absolutely needs to be "rationalized," especially in comparison to the sum of the subsequent Floyd works, which I have always considered decidedly superior. That said, eternal praise to the mad diamond.

holy words, Luca.