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I see that between one tete a tete with Antonio Deste and another (or during the tete a tetes?) you're writing excellent reviews. :) I listened to the samples. I liked them. Follis are crazy, but after reading your description, I thought they were even crazier. The cover reminds me of the old black floppy disks with the hole in the middle; Ciao.

Well, I think Zarathustra might be right. The eponymous track and "Acquiring the taste" are enjoyable (especially "funny ways" on the first one). In "Octopus," there are already some remarkable stylistic exercises like "Knots" and a memorable song like "Think of me with kindness." In the others, the stylistic exercises remain, but the quality is lacking.

Non hai fornito un testo da tradurre. Per favore, inviami il testo in italiano e sarò felice di aiutarti con la traduzione.

@stronko: the heat is making me dizzy and causing me to misread the posts. It's as if I didn't say anything at all. :)

I haven't seen the movie (yet another one), I haven't heard the music... But I vote for Jane Austen. @Stronko: the presence of a chamber orchestra and a pianist suggests that it is neither Jazz, nor blues, nor Rock 'n roll. :)

@Odradek: You are absolutely right about the effect of Keaton's face on the big screen. The fact that in "film" his face is only seen at the end (even at the beginning, it's covered) amplifies that effect. I mentioned how Buster in "Film" didn’t understand a thing, partly because I think this is linked to his approach to cinema. Even in his films, he finds himself in totally absurd situations, which he doesn’t question but simply acts upon. And even among Beckett's philosophical concepts applied to cinema, Buster has given up thinking and limited himself to action. Managing to navigate it all perfectly, of course. Also, consider how often he is associated with the surrealists. A completely misguided notion in my view. Buster is a popular character who has no intellectual pretensions. The "saying" of Buster could open up another long-standing issue. Whether he was unable to adapt to sound. But Buster knew how to make people laugh in a thousand different ways, managing to exploit any element of the scene. Just imagine if he wouldn’t have adapted. You know perfectly well how things went, having read his memoirs... Bye.

Hi Socrates: I know Johnathan Coe and his book. Here I've only mentioned him in posts because I had already used the quote in a review of an album (Casablanca Moon / Desperate Straight) that another group mentioned in the book, Henry Cow, did with Slapp Happy. If you give it a read, I’d appreciate it... The album, by the way, is really nice. Have you also read "Circolo Chiuso," which is the second part of "la banda dei brocchi"? In my opinion, with the second part, Coe stretched the plot a bit too far. Benjamin, the shy forty-something perpetual failed artist, honestly exhausted me... But the story about sending troops to Iraq is phenomenal. If you haven't read it, it's worth it just for that. Cheers.

Ah, I see you noticed the error in the title: I almost feel bad about asking for a correction, but out of respect for Bill's work, I guess I have to. :) @Festwca: I'm happy to have given you a smile and also flattered, but you're giving me too much attention. Feel free to ignore the numerical data next time... Hello again to everyone.

Hello hello. Few commentators but great and even abundant: @iside: in my childhood memories, the comedies were shown on Sunday mornings... Well, maybe I remember it wrong... Those were the times when I called Buster with a U. Among other things, in "Memories of a Bentneck," Buster says that among the various names he was called around the world (for example, in Italy in the twenties Saltarello, in France Malec), he particularly liked what they called him in Spain: "Pamplinas," which means something like "a bit of nothing." Nice name, right? :) @Odradek: when I checked if Frisell's albums with the music from Buster's films had already been reviewed, I read the reviews of the other albums and took note of some things. I also read the comment you copied here. Anyway, it was good that you copied it, so on the same page we have the album reviews, the memory of the concert, and also a reference to a similar concert by Stefano Bollani. Beckett's film is called simply "Film," but Beckett doesn't act in it. It came out after the publication of "Memories..." but there is a book by director Alan Schneider published by Einaudi that talks about it extensively. Unfortunately, I don't remember the title. Among other things, Alan paints a merciless portrait of a seventy-year-old Keaton who lived on memories, a bit like in "Sunset Boulevard." A portrait that is quite different from how Buster describes himself in his autobiography. According to what Alan Schneider says, but also from reading some interviews from that time found online, regarding Beckett's "Film," Buster didn't understand a thing. In fact, it's quite complex. It's a kind of demonstration of the impossibility of escaping oneself... But I won't say more because it's hard to explain and boring to read.

Mopaga, they’re not the first artists who at first glance seem embarrassing to me (I only see one in the picture but I don’t want to know what the other looks like;)) and that you really review well. You consistently make them appear less embarrassing than they seem. They should hire you as an image curator or something like that. Well done!