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I’m an Eagles fanatic, but that doesn’t stop me from experiencing their two most successful albums, "Hotel California" and "The Long Run," as decadent, chewed over, partially ruined by that Hollywood drug-fueled, arriviste sense—half a betrayal of their initial country rock ideals. Unfortunately, many start from the end (the aforementioned albums) to judge them. I start from the beginning because, luckily, I was there when "Desperado" and "One of These Nights" were released (the latter already a bit tarnished), and so they remain one of my favorite bands.
Sure, Henley isn’t an empathetic softie... always tense like a violin string, rigid, and speaking in fits and starts, but about twenty of his songs reside deep in my heart. What a voice! Coolly warm, I can only define it better with an oxymoron. "I Can't Tell You Why" is perfect California soft rock. I don’t love it because it feels too “adult” and cunning. Luckily, it’s sung by Schmit, a good guy who ended up in a group of beautiful jackals but became indispensable with his beautiful, silky voice, his professionalism, and his willingness not to get in the way of the Eagles train drivers (Frey and Henley).

If you just type "Voyager," you’ll get tons of stuff from that Australian heavy metal band. You need to type "Voyager Halfway Hotel" and some stuff comes up, the music videos, etc.

Clapton, the most overrated lead guitarist of all time, IMHO.
Jeff, despite his undeniable fame, the most underrated.

Never faced. Thank you for the great review.

He’s gone.
Bacterial meningitis. If it weren't a tragedy, it would also be ironic for a vegetarian like him.
Thank you, Jeff.
No one played the guitar like you did. It was a privilege to see you play it (in Pistoia, then in Lucca).

I don't think your antithesis between Dylan Floyd progressive and the "lightness" of disco is on point, that little slip that rock is for cool people while disco is for idiots. I don't believe that AC/DC fans show up and talk like they're cool. Popular music is for everyone, idiots and evolved dimwits: that's its beauty. People fight, stab each other, and die even in the cheerful and positive nightclubs: not far from my house, three years ago five young men and a mother of a family died, crushed by the crowd at the exit of a cheerful and positive nightclub, due to four disco idiots.
What's the difference between rock, disco, trap, Italian melodic music, etc., at a popular level? None. It's music that isn't elitist... not even Emerson's was, indeed it often was rather tacky.
To me, Queen are the absolute example of tackiness and genius going hand in hand, in the same album, even in the same song.
And so we return to tastes and even better, as the good mrbluesky claimed, to certain absolute values that one holds while living, and which for him are not opinions, but truths.
_God doesn’t exist; it’s a human invention.
_Gabriel should have stayed in Genesis; alone he’s boring.
_Berlusconi is a scoundrel, always lying, busy 24/7 taking care of his own affairs and certainly not those of the Italians.
_Van Gogh was a vandal of canvases.
_Bach a genius.
_Politics is the official and institutionalized means by which the minority of "pigs" holds the majority of "sheep" in check, backed by the other minority of "dogs."
_Scarlett Johansson is overflowing with sensuality.
_The painting "Girl with a Pearl Earring" is worth a hundred times "The Mona Lisa."
_Jazz and blues, taken solo at 100%, are boring, but their melodic, harmonic, and rhythmic merits have contributed to making the most driving yet rigid rock, and the most vacuous pop, beautiful and kaleidoscopic musical genres.
These aforementioned, as examples more or less seriously, are some of my beliefs (not opinions) that support my path in this world. One must have boundaries in life; otherwise, one knows neither meat nor fish.

Yes, Jeff is the best at fiddling with the volume knob with his pinky... while using his middle finger to work the tremolo, and in the meantime, plucking the strings with his thumb and index finger. It's something!

The fleeting toplessness of Curtis, as she undresses and slips into Aykroyd's bed, still manages to evoke in me late but intense masturbatory urges. She is my ideal woman's body.

Edit to the review: "Improved the syntax and removed the few errors." See the old version Lizard - King Crimson - recensione Versione 2

Modification to the review: "Even bettered the syntax." See the old version Blue Horizon - Wishbone Ash - recensione Versione 2