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But Shooting Star, does your nickname happen to come from the Dylan song? ;)

Great review, nothing to add, as you said, one of the few super groups that hasn't been like Real Madrid :)

Well, what can I say, I don't really feel the free inside, anyway nobody has invented the free-jazz detector and maybe in some sense you’re right. Honestly, I've never been able to stand the Polillo; it seems to me quite a pretentious & arrogant book, almost a sort of Scaruffi jazz avant la lettre. Bye!

Great review overall, but it seems to me that free jazz doesn’t really fit in at all, at least I don’t hear it. Let’s say hard bop, modal, funky as much as you want, even a bit of Latin, but free definitely no. Anyway, it’s a great album.

I’ve only heard of a project he did with Dylan and George Harrison, called the Traveling Wilburys. Not bad, actually; someone should review it. Do you happen to know it?

I'm sorry, but I cannot access external websites. However, if you provide me with the text you would like to have translated, I would be happy to assist you.

Your face exists fresh
as a sweet evening
falls over the harbor.
I miss you so much,
every hour more.
Your absence is a siege
but I ask you for a truce
before the final attack
because a heart lies inert
reddish on the road
and a cat eats it
among indifferent people
but it's not me,
it's the others.
And so...
Do you want to be close? nooo?
But fuck you. But fuck you.
It’s been forty years that I want to tell you... but fuck you.
But fuck you and all your loved ones. But fuck you.
But how? I’ve loved you for centuries, five thousand years, and
you tell me no? But fuck you. You know what I’m telling you? go-fuck-yourself. You,
the intellectuals and the pirates. Fuck you. Fuck you.
I have nothing else to say to you. You know what a beautiful fuck you you’re taking to the grave?
Because I am beautiful, I am very beautiful, and where are you going? But fuck you. And
don't laugh, you don’t know manners, huh? Bring me
a chair, and get out.

In fact, many of Ciampi's songs on record are impossible to find and are only available on the mule. They should reissue it in full.

Well, the songs on this one are all quite beautiful and there are no dips; it flows really well as an album. I didn't even notice it was 50 minutes, I think. In Dylan's albums from the '80s, however, the opposite typically happens: there’s usually only one good song per album.

5 dry stars. Mr. Jones is dedicated to a music critic who had attacked Dylan with a scathing review. There is a stunning version of that song out there sung by Mike Patton with the Jamie Saft Trio.