Dogs (2018 Remix)

But... but... excuse me.
Did I see wrong (I’m technologically prehistoric, like Neanderthal-level) or is there NO review of "Animals" on D&B?
I wanted to know your learned analyses on the new 2018 version, but I couldn’t find anything even on the old one.

Tell me I'm foolish & clueless, and the review is there but I just can't see it, please!
 
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Go! ONLYWHENISAYIT!!!
 
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Noble @[IlConte] I summon you!!!
 
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There's no need for me to explain who has made use & abuse of this stuff, right Noble Abusive Triceratops Breeder?
Ps. As soon as I saw it, it linked itself to DeBasio without me pressing a key. I swear! Ahr ahr ahr!!!
 
Law & Order: SVU Season 1-15 Intro

I’ve already written about the series (in the sense of "regarding the series"), but the opening theme deserves a listen on its own.
Putting aside the technical side—there's plenty of people here who know their stuff—I simply find it genius, both sonically and visually.
When it comes to these things, no one beats the Merighani: every note, every counterpoint, every syncopation fits perfectly with the editing, composed of deliberately grainy black and white frames, which seem like many pieces of a puzzle chasing each other until they form the final image of the protagonists, who then appear to look through the fourth wall: that is, us watching them.
There are thousands of extraordinary ones, but in my very personal ranking, this is in the top three, alongside "Beautiful" and "Murder She Wrote."
And don’t laugh, because I see you! Haw!
 
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See? Necessity (and censorship) sharpens the mind and stimulates (!) creativity: you want to pair Gigi with Rocco?
Ps. Without censorship, we wouldn't have had many masterpieces: "The Master and Margarita", to name just one. Yuk!
 
John Scofield “Alfie”

A John Scofield, here, who needs no words.
 
Law & Order: Special Victims Unit 1999 ★ Then and Now 2023-24 // Mariska Hargitay

I think I'm one of the few who has absorbed ALL the episodes of ALL 24 seasons of the American TV show featuring the now well-established Countess Mariska of Cavour (once an incredibly hot imperial) and the former rapper Ice-T, the only, melancholic & worn-out survivors – somehow – from the original cast.

Oh, we three have seen a lot of water and many far less noble substances pass under the bridges.
We've witnessed I don't know how many presidents come and go, suffered I don't remember how many censorships, spit out I don't know how many pellets; yet we've always remained “lefty,” standing even in the toughest times (like with Trump, one of the most infamous), always and only on the side of our "special victims."

Sometimes to understand how and where America is going, you don’t need a sienne: just follow their Series which, whether you like it or not, are almost always free to tell their stories.
Whether it’s in the form of comedy or drama or both.
And they tell those stories with professionalism, through outstanding writers, screenwriters, and actors that we can only dream of here, beyond the “genre” being tackled.

24 years is no small feat; it’s History.
Especially for them who have little and ugly, dirty, and vile history.

Big Chief Esti Quaatsi says: Ugh!
 
Fingerprints

Ane - everyone knows it - I discovered her, I discovered her! Back in 2007 to be precise.
"Live in Scandinavia" was the first, striking listen.
Then to be honest, I had somewhat overlooked her, submerged; only to stumble upon her almost by chance thanks to an upgrade of my iMac's operating system (yes, I know I've said this already: but only about a dozen times, come on!).
This is an album from four years ago, written in a sort of isolated cabin after her father's death, I had read.
I was therefore expecting something intimate, acoustic, minimal, as is in the artist's DNA.
Instead, at times it's almost Pop, with a considerable use of electronics, always filtered, however, through her extraordinary musical sensitivity, which makes all the difference!

That's why I chose this, in my opinion, refined track.
And because it's my favorite from the album, what can I say!
 
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I did as the Noble @[sfascia carrozze] said.
Now I will press "sapevatelo" while stating my best macumba and hoping that the (belísima) photo will be visible.
If it doesn't show up, what a pity: it'll be for next time. Ugh!

Ready.
Un deux trois...
 
Pink Floyd - When You're In (Official Audio)

Ammé reminds me of the riff from a song by an old bend harderock band that just released a new album with the new guitarist who replaced one Stefano Morselli.
Who copied whom?
I’m not one for compulsive fact-checking, and I certainly don’t feel like looking up the date, time, and minute of release; not to mention tracing back to the name of whoever might have passed by and spied on the track.

I’m sure all of this will be notoriously known here. Yuk!
 
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What a bore those magnificent, useless nights spent discussing dominant sevenths and key changes, in cheerful company. Especially with beautiful musicians: those who know a thing or two about Harmony and don’t mind a good Merlot. But if the future is a lit cannonball (quote), we couldn’t care less about reaching it; we will continue to study those apparent little fly shits on the lines and spaces of that infinite staff which is our madness and our reason. We will keep playing real instruments, made of wood and iron. And plastic is fine too, as long as it doesn’t compromise the sound. Salût, fantáz!!! 🍷
 
Tulus - Space Oddity (David Bowie cover)

No. It wasn't the heat that made me sleep badly last night.
But a doubt so tormenting that it felt indelible.
Will Semi-DeDio @[sfascia carrozze] like this cover?
 
Are They Saying Goodbye (Live)

Sure, the operating system upgrade of my trusty iMac, despite the torrent of curses that come out in droves every time it doesn't do something the way it used to, also brings me some surprising satisfaction.
Oh yes; because even though I am fundamentally a progressive, as I age, changes start to annoy me, and having to re-learn certain things that I was used to doing in THAT way is one of those things that irritate me more than they should.
But when from its forgotten nooks and crannies my old Mac pulls out, for example, records like this one, senility gives way to that childish Sense of Wonder that should never be lost.
This, I remembered, was the first album I bought (yes, you heard that right: BOUGHT, meaning paid for out of my own pocket) from the then Apple Music Store, which was called iTunes.
The reason for this first digital purchase was the cover, because I knew absolutely nothing about Ane: it was pure compulsion.
Well, by chance or design - as we say in my area - I hit the jackpot!
Today, just like back then, the opening of this first piece makes me dream, carries me away to who knows what distant and wonderful places.
And that voice, those almost minimalist arrangements, those strings, that nearly perfect recording are proof that sometimes it's the things that, simply, seek you out.
And sometimes you just don't see them.

Ah: perhaps I had already posted something of hers here, but it had been years since I last listened to the album.
It must be the wear and tear of modern life - as the good @[withor] will surely think - that made me forget it. Meow.
 
 
Billie Jean

My numerous followers - practically an ocean of people that would require at least half a generous shot to contain them all - know that, in addition to the other ten, I have an eleventh sense: the one that sniffs out covers! But enough with the pseudo-alliterations; I know I should move on to the detailed presentation of this erratic individual, enlightening you on his (non)existence from the anal phase up until the moment he conceived the extraordinary idea of creating this... thing. But, first, I don't feel like it, and second, I believe that the cover art is worth more than a thousand explanations, which are understandably poorly tolerated here.

I would like the disinterested opinion of the Supreme Guru @[withor], among the utmost authorities in this and other dubious matters: it seems to me that this piece is worthy of one of his discerning analyses (always Freud!): deserving of unearthing the infinite baggage of his knowledge, in short. Ahr ahr ahr!
 
Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word

Here’s another one of those that you don’t hear named too often. I stumbled upon it many years ago by serendipity, recommended by the old iTunes Store while I was downloading something I don’t remember by Madeleine Peyroux: another one that I discovered! The song? An endless cover of Elton John that I prefer to the original, included in an album I find absolutely beautiful, to be savored sip by sip.

"A bit too Jazz," said a guy who didn’t know a thing, after listening to the record. But then, over time and with the necessary focused listening, I learned that Jazz isn’t the ugly, complicated, cacophonous, incomprehensible, disharmonic jumble of jarring notes that it might seem. At least not always.

Now - still talking about Women - if you touch the Goddess Joni from the "Mingus Period," she’ll kill you.

Sometimes, in short, things need to be explained. I know that contrary to what happens regarding art in general, in music in particular "explanations" are viewed with suspicion; but music is still a language, with its rules, whether parasyntactic or not. Otherwise, it’s like those who speak maccheronese - even dialectal - disregarding those forced to listen to them, believing themselves to be more intelligent and witty than they actually are. You see many of those around, in parliament for example. Ugh!
 
Robbie Robertson Showdown At Big Sky (Official)

Don't think I've gone crazy (very SVDM adjective, right?) with the eighties: that's not the case. Because I also like the seventies, the sixties, and the fifties. Before that, I didn’t understand much, after that, I’m indifferent.
I have a lot of music from the second millennium, and I’ve listened to it with a clear mind, like the language of Native Americans - of which, by the way, our Robbie was a proud representative - but I don't think there’s anything that will stay in my memory forever; although to be honest, I’ve already well past the halfway mark of middle age, and I have much less time left than I've had.

In short, an amazing piece and a beautiful album, to say the least (and gnente).
Rip, Robbie.
The old Band is no longer with us - even physically - but you ride free in your celestial meadows. Ugh!

Oh: on production, sounds, the tracchebaitrácche & baracche and all that stuff, nowadays you go on the internet that explains all those factual things, there, that serve to make you pretend to understand and have grasped it. Everything except the meaning, let me tell you.
 
Fabrizio De André e PFM - Sally (live)

Attention to the ending: in the repetition of the first verse, the Supreme Genoese says "you must not play with the SWISS (instead of 'gypsies') in the woods."
He did it in Udine as well (in '79, if I remember correctly): I remember it very well.

The reason I'm telling you this should be obvious, but if you don't get it, just don't trust the Swiss.
They don't trust us and, let's face it, we annoy them quite a bit. Even though, especially us Friulians, have always adhered to their rules.
It is (or rather, it was) in our nature.

P.S. It's going to be tough, both for the 'team' we have and for the illogical Spalletti approach.
 
Big Country - The Storm (The Tube 17.2.1984)

Oh, the little guitars / bagpipes of the Big!
Because they were truly great; at least on par with the iuciù in my opinion, at least on the first album.
People like Aztec Camera, in short, who got a bit lost in the much maligned (by some die-hard extremists, at least) eighties, perhaps because they were too "particular."
This is a great track, you have to admit it!
 
Yazoo - Only You (Official Music Video)

But why this piece?, you might ask.
Or maybe you won’t say anything because who gives a damn.
But I’ll explain it anyway, because today I'm Blue.

So, the piece.

Well, first of all, because my predominant feminine side believes that this is the best Synth-Pop ballad of the Eighties; and then because she, along with Isabella Rossellini, Raffaella Carrà (rip), Marcella Bella - and surely many others who are less famous but equally stunning - decided to celebrate their birthday on the same day as mine.
For the boys, I’d be more than fine with Sir Paul McCartney, but that fool Fabio Capello decided to crash my party.
What the hell does this guy have to do with extroverted & artsy twins (according to astrological nonsense), if that damn zodiac sign actually existed?
 
Shawn Colvin & Mary Chapin Carpenter - Amelia (live Joni Mitchell tribute concert, 2000)

A tribute album to the Goddess that can send shivers down the spine of the triceratops of the Noble @[sfascia carrozze]. There’s Elton John, just to name one, and so many great artists who are giving 200% of themselves here. After all, the repertoire of the Canadian divinity brings out the best in anyone with even a hint of artistic inclination. Tout court.

Ps. I don’t know the title of the album because it’s on my iMac, which is in the operating room for a delicate open Hard Disk surgery. Come on Mac! You can’t leave me hanging like this, after all the countless krakkate we’ve shared: me & you!
 
Steve Khan & Donald Fagen - Reflections.wmv

Whoever has never bought the vinyl of this wonder, who has not perfectly carried out the ritual of the first listen (which I illustrate here in all its - rigorous & unchanging - phases), who has not rushed to share it with all the idle masses to enlighten them to the absolute beauty, deserves, perhaps (without asceticism), only pity.
And not even that much.
 
Ween 10-03-21 Buenas Tardes Amigo - Live at Brooklyn Bowl, Las Vegas

Another album (I’m talking about the original from which this Live is taken, that is "Chocolate and Cheese") that I bought on the defunct iTunes Store, attracted mainly by the eye-catching cover, without knowing anything about these guys.
But the sample of this track was fatal: I HAD to know how the story ended!
What can I say... it's a great piece that I adore and that - like this morning - when it comes up in Random on my Noble Sound Dock Bose that I keep on all night in my little room, I jam out like we used to say in the days of Marco Caco (I’ve already talked elsewhere about the abusive use of my name in a derogatory way).
I feel like I’ve already posted it, but I don’t give a damn. Ugh!