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Joni is very different when she composes at the piano compared to the guitar. With the latter, she is more rhythmic, harmonizing repetitive melodic cells, which are very tight, and she limits choruses a lot, often without key changes. Four chords and that’s it, so to speak, although they are extremely refined and have a unique sound, thanks to her very personal open tunings.
With the piano it’s different; she explores long chains of chords, changes inversions, creates counter-melodies—in other words, she fully exploits the greater contrapuntal power of an instrument played with ten fingers instead of four.
I don’t see any contradictions in saying that NIGHT is a guitar-based album even if its best track is the only one composed on the piano.

The early works from the seventies are quite weak, pompous and empty. Styx rose to a good level precisely by moving to AOR and making the most of their excellent vocals. I lost track of them because their albums from the early 2000s were rather forgettable, but this excellent review makes me want to start courting them again.

The discussion is not about aesthetics, but rather about hedonism. Ok?
I wish I had been in Patty's place in a Fiat 500 with Jimi. I would have undone his pants in a flash (I mean me as a twenty-year-old woman, not me... me).
You've probably never made chauvinistic jokes in your life. Woman?

There's this Mojo which is the latest work and it's instrumental, so... But it came out three years ago only on streaming and I haven't listened to it.

I thank that handful of willing people (ahem, no reference to the pathetic EU crowd) who follow and appreciate me.

To Gino’s health🍸a great man.

Me too, but with the garage.

Nonsi.
The style of the 38 was very precise and well-produced, and equally gritty. And here in Italy it wasn't understood because we Italians don't understand a damn thing about rock.

Great loves never end.

McCartney’s first solo album is a rushed collection of modest-quality demos, except for that huge gem that comes toward the end. There’s his wife singing off-key on backing vocals, him playing the drums badly, nursery rhymes and little tunes, none of the songs really stick in your mind except for that barely sketched masterpiece. An album released out of stubbornness, to quickly have something under his own name as well, during that final Beatles period full of acrimony, disappointment, resentment, rivalry.
"Maybe I'm Amazed" is one of the greatest songs by this musical genius. I’ve always wondered what would have happened if he had composed it just a year earlier and, with the full Beatles/George Martin treatment, it had ended up on Abbey Road, instead of one of that record’s fillers ("Maxwell"... or an "I Want You" that’s less pointlessly long...). It would have made that album absolutely irresistible.