Sergio Endrigo La vita, amico, è l'arte dell'incontro
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Here everyone keeps talking about rivers and words—do I really need to link Jalisse?
Modena City Ramblers Riportando tutto a casa
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This, along with the previous "Combat Folk," were excellent, but then a series of copycat albums came out—in fact, I haven’t followed them since.
Various Artists Suggerimenti
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For bullshit, there are the ratings. For serious matters, there are the reviews; for even more serious matters, there are the editorials—and not the other way around. Or am I wrong?
David Bowie Well Shall Go To Town
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You know what I'll do? I'll listen to Hours again and see if the track could have been included.
Loredana Berté Traslocando
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1982 be: Nina, the World Cup, military service, fucking at the cemetery (with Nina), waiting for the last Faust'one (which then arrived in stores in 1983), fucking with Nina (at the campiani), did I already mention fucking with Nina?
Loredana Berté Traslocando
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Fossati moved house every two years (and Di Nuovo Cambio Casa is from 1979). Jadore Venice was already released by him in 1981, but pales in comparison to Loredana's performance. Renato Zero has never managed to write a song worthy unless just for himself. A few little anecdotes: "Loredana used to call us (Fausto and Ivan Cattaneo) ‘pischelli’ but she had legs that..." "thanks to her, so much money was flowing through CGD—every Saturday I would go to Alfredo (Cerutti) and get 1,000,000 lire, and in ’79/’80 that was really a lot of money."
Daniele Silvestri Unò-Duè
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The highway above all.
Franco Battiato Fleurs
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Endured up to "mondi lontanissimi" (was that its title?), now if I have to listen to him again I always choose either "l'era del cinghiale bianco" or "patriots"
Franco Battiato Fleurs
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That slow, tedious little waltz. They'll say he was a genius, but it's been sapping my balls for about forty years.
Francesco Guccini Guccini
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For decades I’ve been wanting to recover a bis, actually more than a bis I fear it was a one-off, by Guccio. It was the early '90s, in the EIB “ciambellone” (shitty acoustics, Guccio said “never again”) in Brescia, he—maybe tipsy—treated us to a rousing version of Johnny Be Goode. Besides the nostalgia, I have to say that the album is nice; Guccini never really caught me much, above all the much-quoted (by everyone) Autogrill. “Gli Amici” works better for him in a duet with the prof. at Club Tenco. Here you forgot “anni” (“Argentina” I really loved in my youth, today less so, but it’s the years that go by.)