La volpe - Ivano Fossati e Teresa De Sio

I know I've said and written everything already.
I guess I’m pretty predictable.
Everyone knows that I live in the countryside and that I often meet, at night, with wild animals.

Sometimes wild boars, roe deer, deer, badgers, and so on damage my car, but it's not their fault!

But this fox has it in for me!
Every time, on the same stretch of road, she just sits there and watches me.
Then I get out and try to communicate.

But it's not my love who has lost her way.
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine

A total silence, please.
An hieratic meditation on merciless time, on the wind and the Merlot red waters that erode even the hardest rock; on the pistachio soul that no longer knows where to migrate.

The Greatest, Noble Master of the Mortadellitune that this stupid planet has ever (mis)begotten is leaving for the otherwhere.
Sigh!
 
Travels

When I feel sad, and life seems like an impossible climb, I grab my folk Fender and play this thing.
He taught me the first four bars, kindly, after a concert, with that disarming way of looking you in the eye and saying, "You get it? It's just a G Major."
G Major my ass!
 
Muhammad Ali vs Jerry Quarry | KNOCKOUT Legendary Fight | 4K Ultra HD

It was called "The Noble Art."
It was called "Boxing," or "Boxe" if you prefer.
It was called Ali.
It was called Legend.

In these few frames, you understand why.
And if you don’t understand, it means you just can’t get it.
 
Cantico dei drogati

Well, I fired God and threw away a love to build the emptiness in my soul and heart.
But I’ve never taken heroin seriously: it’s a drug too stupid to belong to me.
I don’t know, but it seems to me that it’s meant to numb the pain.
Instead, I want to feel the pain: I like it like the smell of napalm in the early morning.
 
Pat Metheny and Jaco Pastorious - Bright Size Life (Studio Version)

I can’t remember if I’ve already posted this, but frankly, I don’t care. Here’s a nearly shy Jaco in the presence of his good friend Pat, who liked him simply because when a man with a guitar meets a man with a bass, they don’t shoot each other and don’t part ways.

In fact, the goddess Joni – in full agreement with her friend Chazz (Mingus) – asked Patrizio if he happened to know a jazz bassist, but not just any bassist.

The result was, after "Made in Japan" by the Purple, the best live performance of all time. That is, "Shadows and Light."

NO ONE can stop me from thinking that!
Chocolate stuff!
And just so you know, the processing of the ásish goes through the first step, then the second, and then the third. Chocolate is simply the perfect synthesis of the triad.
 
URIAH HEEP JULY MORNING 1972

I know everything has already been said about the uráia, but while I'm rolling a chocolate joint, waiting for a sleep (dream?) that doesn’t care about what’s better than this wonder blasted at full volume with my powerful Bose system, with no neighbors (I live in the countryside) and without a care for a future past?

I'm already outside just thinking about that magnificent, infinite finale:
"tiirudííítiridirutiii / tirudutirudùùù / tirudustrodiebodebodúúú."

I light up.
Boom Shiva!
 
13 Question Method

Why do I like this piece?
Not only for that seemingly scruffy tavern vibe that hides cultured alcoholic depths, nor for its slide that made me fall in love in "Paris Texas," directed by Uimuénders with a stratospheric Enridinstánton sublimated by a Nastasiachínschi at the peak of her beauty.
But no.
It’s that Raimondo plays with his guts and his heart, and I don't judge him as a guitarist (sublime, he) but as an artist tout court.

When I hear his "Across The Borderline," I feel the dust of the desert, I feel a river to wade (the Rio Bravo) knowing that a bullet could come at any moment, I feel the misfortune of those who have nothing to lose and couldn't care less about dying for nothing: after all, it’s worth it for America.

13 seemingly simple questions: they are the ones that remain that are very complicated.
 
Totò - "Io non sono pasquale".flv

Well, this seems to fit well today.
 
"Qualcosa qualcuno" di Umberto Tozzi

Yes, I know, I’ve already shared this but this time it’s just for you.

I’m vaguely heterosexual, but I’ve never wanted to hide my feminine side, ever since I was a kid.

I couldn't stand those testosterone-fueled, sweaty boys playing soccer (FORZAINTER!) while I was reading Verne & Salgari.
Always out of place, that was me!
But not to boast: I mean it!

Then there was my first girlfriend, my first love, you know? She was a real iron tozziana - not Tiziano, who wasn’t even born yet.
"But how," I thought, having just discovered the 'socially conscious singer-songwriters': what the hell does this red-haired idiot with no real political views have to do with reality?
Well, here we are.

Oh, I almost forgot something or someone, except for @[Relator], to whom my thoughts go, for what it’s worth.
 
HIGHWAY STAR - Erik Grönwall (Deep Purple Cover)

Call me an idiot, tell me I always say the same things, but playing the instruments meant for music is way more fun than messing around with samplers, mixers, and whatever the hell you want.
You see, in fact, how much fun these guys are having?
Kickass covers that I hope, in particular, will be appreciated by the Noble @[IlConte] whom I know grew up on bread and meidingiápan. Gnáooo!!!
 
JONI MITCHELL - Amelia + Pat Metheny Solo

There are many people here - except for one - who understand my Taliban fundamentalism.
But let’s skip that and talk about the current Top of debbásio, according to me: that is @[Relator]

What should we do with this strange creature if not adore her?

This song is for her, and for all the people who want to go beyond the obvious, beyond the normal.
 
Eagles - Hotel California (Live 1977) (Official Video) [HD]
Now, I don't remember and I don't want to remember if the infallible @[withor] understood!
 
Sigla de "I Delitti del BarLume" di Simona Molinari (Audio)

So, I don’t want to talk about the TV show, because having read all the Marcovaldo Malvaldo books FIRST and THEN watched all 10 (ten) seasons of the series, I would be biased. No, I want to talk about this “Theme Song” because the recurring musical “Phrase” here is nothing but the mere transposition of the last line from the theme of “Night in Tunisia.” And for those who know a bit of Jazz, this will be obvious.

Now, I know that the camp of “samplers” believes that taking a phrase, a riff, or whatever, and building another universe around it is “Art,” but this thing really gets on my nerves. Let it be clear: the piece is very beautiful and fits perfectly in the context. But without the genius of Dizzie, without Bird’s sublime “squeak” in “Live at Massey Hall,” all of this wouldn’t have existed. When - and it has already happened - samplers start sampling samplers, it will be the undignified end of what was called “Music.”

Ah: Charlie Parker was in rehab - uselessly, let me tell you - before the performance, and Dizzie, who understood everything and cared for him, literally went to kidnap him and dragged him on stage, sat him on a chair, and thrust his Alto Sax (which he had been trying to buy heroin with) into his arms. Charlie was in a completely catatonic state. But Dizzie knew that when it was time for his solo, he would stand up and play like not even the Gods could.

If you don’t understand Jazz, listen to this authentic Milestone of 20th Century Music: the genre doesn’t matter. This is HISTORY, kids.
 
Tuck & Patti - Time After Time (great version)

Seen live countless times, and each time it was better than the last.
Ah: he’s one of those who, when you hear him play for the first time, you go home and throw your guitar out the window. He does crazy things making them seem simple, never playing a note more or less than necessary, like only the greats can do.
Fred Astaire – whom I adore – used to say that the audience doesn’t give a damn if you train twelve hours a day to perform a step: you have to smile and make it look easy, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
That’s why I hate those who sweat and take themselves too seriously.
 
Al cjante il gjal

This, along with "Stelutis Alpinis," is the greatest love song ever written in the Friulian language.
Yes, because here he’s not just off to work in an office; he’s off to die - for nothing - in the damn First World War.

The rooster crows, the day cracks open, goodbye my beloved, but I have to go.
Comfort me by making love.
 
The Police - Synchronicity II (Official Music Video)

Do you know what it means to play in a band and feel like you can't make it anymore?
In the sense that you feel your ego is being subdued, in this case, by a singer-songwriter whose sense of belonging is lacking because they feel “other.”
Nothing abnormal.
Except for this piece, which I think is the true testament of the Police.
The rest is an album that serves no purpose.
In my opinion, of course.
 
Billy Joel - Turn the Lights Back On (Official Lyric Video)

Guys: & girls: let's forget about the piece, but do you hear the voice?
It doesn’t sound fake to me, and if it is, the job is done perfectly.
Provided this is really the last single I heard ten minutes ago on Radio Freccia.

But I mean: do you remember the last Johnny Cash, or the current Bryan Ferry, just to stop at the first two that come to mind?
This one has drunk a fantastic billion oil tankers, and hasn’t missed out on either psychotropic substances or merry nights with who knows who.

He sings like he did fifty years ago!
 
Fabrizio De André e PFM - Il concerto ritrovato - Zirichiltaggia - Live in Genova - 03/01/1979

The fact is that, at the time you're seeing, a Sardinian woman (an imperial stunner) approached me and said, "come outside, I want to talk to you."
Oh my!
Then she explained that she didn’t understand my accent and, as usual, her boyfriend (husband?) didn’t appreciate my friendliness with the Noble Sardinian language.
But I was speaking in friulano!
I ask for the understanding of the most enlightened @[sfascia carrozze].
He knows that I ADORE Cannonau, of course paired with Casodimarzo!
HE knows I'm joking!
 
Paolo Conte -Una giornata al mare

Here’s what I will do on European erections day.

Ah, but you can also go to the mountains, as there might be less humanity packed & stinking.
But I really mean #maybe!
 
Lucio Battisti - Amarsi un po' - Testo e Accordi - Chitarra e Ukulele

Tzk!
I do it WAY better: I learned it from HIM in that video on Swiss television; and playing that riff while singing it isn’t exactly easy. Ask your guitar-playing friends.
Ps. Back then there weren't even video recorders and I went crazy, after just one viewing, trying to grasp the seemingly simple rhythmic-harmonic reasoning of the great composer from Poggio Bustone. Yuk!
 
Amalia grè e Michele Ranauro - Raggio di Sole - De Gregori .mpg

From the series "coverman - or rather CoverMac - strikes again."

You may not like her (she's definitely very peculiar), but I absolutely adore her: I like those women who seem not exactly to be where they appear to be, who always look a bit... blurred, that's it.

Ah, two observations.
One. This version - don't get mad - competes with the one by The Prince.
Two. The host is Andrea Pezzi, whom I remember from Tele Montecarlo hosting a show called "Kitchen," which talked about everything except cooking.
I thought he was a loser, but today he’s a multimillionaire media entrepreneur. Bald as a billiard ball but a multimillionaire.
After all, everyone knows, "E ul bighe no cjevêi."
 
"Mad World" (feat. Gary Jules) - Official Music Video

DO TWO listens in a matter of hours count as a review?
No, because the two songs came to mind serendipitously.

Back when I saw the movie (beautiful), I had no idea that tears could ease fear, and I didn't even remember, despite having listened to it, the version by the aforementioned tirsforfìars.

Can you accuse me of Debasica overexposure?
Yes.
But I will try to lessen my pollutions.
Ah: when I heard the original later, I thought it was better than this.

Call me "Coverman," but often I think the opposite.
 
Battleme - Hey Hey, My My (Sons of Anarchy S03E13)

I know not everyone here loves "TV series," but if this one doesn't appeal to the Noble @[IlConte] and his Pard (or vice versa) @Sfasciacarrozze, I'll eat a live chicken!
Ah, the piece? Do I need to explain anything? Should I risk heresy by saying that this version is a contender with Nello’s?
Of course not.
And if you’re interested, there’s a triple album with the entire soundtrack that, I assure you, has all the colors.
Dirty, nasty & stinky, I tell you!
 
Eva Cassidy - Fields of Gold

Here.
Do you understand why I will NEVER write a review?
But why do we need to explain things in a review?
And I hate explaining things.

Here I should explain why poor Eva died too young from cancer, I don't care where.
I should explain that this version is immensely superior (as often happens) to the one written by the former policeman.
Then I should compare the relationship - which is virtually nonexistent - between the two and finally check the syntax and correct myself. Something I find simply annoying.

This is a great piece, and that's it!

Oh, of course, there’s also the fact that I played it for my favorite barista (happily married) and as a result, she and I ended up guzzling chupíti until five in the morning, long after the bar closed.
She didn’t want to stop listening to it!
It had happened to her - at the same alcohol level - only with "Così è la vita" by Mariella Nava.
Which, I suppose, the noble @[withor] must have posted a gazillion times. Yuk!