Cold Case End - Look Again - S1E01

In short, my dealer, as partial compensation for the debts I covered for him, brings me a little herb that just by looking at it makes you want to wag your tail: beautiful little buds all sparkling with tiaccacì!
Of course, everyone knows that afterward you have a craving for something sweet, and in my case, there’s nothing more horrifically delicious than fried bananas with peanut butter.
Then I remembered this TV show: she is terribly pale, almost anemic, but she has a remarkable range of expressions.
But the final scene of each episode – always set in the past – is something that makes me cry every time.
A sort of music video where the victim overlaps with the killers, who are shown with ineffable mastery in their various temporal versions.
Until they confuse, overlap, and then fade into nothingness.

All with the songs of the time in question.

You’ll love it, believe me: I know what I’m talking about!
 
FROM THE BEGINNING - Emerson, Lake & Palmer (ELP) (With Lyrics on screen)

@[Jesterhoax1]
In short, coming home in an alcohol-induced state from a license suspension, radiocàpital transmits this to me.
And right away I thought of you.
This is Prog, damn it! And Jester is with me: NOBODY can stop me!
 
Bass Desires (Johnson, Erskine, Scofield, Frisell) - Resolution Part 1

Have I ever told you about my lowly desires? No? Too bad!

When I read in the "Messaggero Veneto" - back then, there was no internet - that an "eclectic jazz-oriented formation would perform at the legendary Palasport Carnera composed of..." well, given the names and the absolute cluelessness of the pseudo-journalist who evidently knew as much about jazz as I know about sumo, I passed out.

PETER ERSKINE! Holy moly!!! The greatest jazz drummer, for me, in the whole created universe!
JOHN SCOFIELD! For crying out loud!!!
I shouldn't have to tell you who he is: just listen to his latest album that just came out, featuring double bass instead of electric bass.

I knew everything about Marchetto, being aware of his absolute love for interplay that is never self-serving, but is woven with a feeling for the musicians that only truly great humble artists can create.

But the real surprise for me was that young lad - who I had never heard of - playing a Diavoletto (a shame for the jazz musicians present) like I had never heard before.
Bill is someone who doesn’t do things like others, doesn’t think like others, and he goes to find his notes where others don’t play them, just as visionaries see images that others cannot imagine.
Yuk!
 
Alessandro Haber - La valigia dell'attore (live 28/3/1996)
Now, I don’t know if you like the Prince.
But don't argue with me about Alessandro!
 
Franco Califano - La mia libertà

So, I have been here for quite some time.
And I have learned so much from people who are extraordinarily different yet have many things in common: intelligence that is not confused with culture above all.

However, I’m sorry for the others, but I am torn between my two favorite DeAmati characters from this delightful territory.
This is for the Noble (there's only one) @[IlConte]
I see him this way, and I hope he likes this song that, in my opinion, resembles him.

Ps. In second place, but by a hair, the protonuragic master of the only pseudo-domesticated triceratops that modern times have ever known; can you believe it?
Alright: the Pard, the Kit Scarson (in terms of stature: he says so himself!) of the aforementioned Countess.
That is the marvelous @[sfascia carrozze]
To the others, except for one, my simple adoration.
 
Domenico Modugno - Vecchio frac [HD]

My dad - 1927 / 1992 - loved this song, loved Modugno.
But, like many, he didn’t understand the subject: he thought it was a romantic song, not a suicide.

Then - and I’m sorry to talk about technique - look at how the "chitarra battente" sounds.
Everything on the offbeat.

I play it in "Chop," which is much easier.

In short, Mimmo was a "forerunner."
 
Pat Metheny with Charlie Haden - Cinema Paradiso

I don't know, you all decide.
I've seen both but darn (alliteration) never together.
With Lyle and Jaco from "Bright Size Life," the best Pards of the Mentina.
 
Shanghai Surprise (1986) - Original Trailer

I'm watching it on Telerompo.
Now, I don't know and I don't want to know if and why someone has or hasn't talked about this, which, on paper, seems like an INDISPENSABLE film.
Surely: given the caliber of the production (I believe it's by a certain Giorgetto Arrisone), the presence of Racchia Ciccona - who was all the rage back in the day - and the extraordinary acting performance I would have expected from the then chubby Scionpén (whose face for some reason reminds me of the collapse of a dam) made me think it would be a cult movie known only to refined connoisseurs, like #capish, but more "advanced".
But no.
It's a ridiculous mess!
 
Sono Romeo, er mejo der Colosseo (Gli aristogatti, USA 1970)

I am a despicable being, ignorant, unworthy of any form of compassion; the hair shirt, the pillory (the real one: the media one makes me laugh), the stocks, would be the least I deserve.
Even the hoodie, the pythoness, the emasculated Jordan, the bloodless rude fool, combined together, would deserve more mercy than I do.

I DIDN'T KNOW THAT ROMEO'S VOICE (Er Mejo Gatto der Colosseo) BELONGED TO THE IMMENSE RENZO MONTAGNANI.

I am going to kill myself. Paraphrasing the unfortunate Giorgio Faletti, whose writing I did not like because he spoke about Serial Killers: people who, compared to the mentioned idiots above - who truly scare, disgust, and horrify me - bore me.
 
Dean Martin - That’s Amore (Lyric Video)

Let's skip the preamble and start with the first verse.

"When I grab the reins in hand / and the planks go planc planc / here comes the sbôre (here comes the sbôre - chorus)

When I lead the bird, oh it's beautiful / be sure... comes / the sbôre

Planc planchên / pitilittitên pitilittitòn / I turn: beautiful life! / like a little tone pitilittitên pitilititòn / pushed out... / sboradéla

When I grab the reins in hand / and the planks go planc planc / here comes the sbôre / I & you / turn by turn / be sure / that I ejaculate all around...
You know that the vine is beautiful / if not worked / and with the pitlitti in hand / that’s how the hours pass."

There you go.
 
Fringe - Il riassuntone [In collaborazione con Barbascura X]

There’s only one JJ, and many will resonate with my thoughts here.

Then there’s this jerk.

Nothing to say: except that he has nothing to say.
He has created series considered legendary - including this one - playing with the "genres" of SF; he has rewritten sagas (Star Wars, Star Trek) that seemed untouchable to us Fans.
All the while winking at the "old" enthusiasts of the former "Anticipatory Narrative," as science fiction was defined in a fantastic series by Editrice Nord.

But despite his undeniable craftsmanship, the guy makes a decent minestrone, but still, it’s minestrone.
In short, it starts off well (Lost) and then stretches things out until the vegetables are overcooked, losing all their nutritional value, and the meat melts away.

There are worse things, fair enough.
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine

Has anyone read this book?

I hope so because I have no intention of explaining it.
 
Kathleen Edwards - In State live on Tonight Show 2005

Is it just me or is nothing making sense?
Well, I’m a monomaniac, like Ahab, and I tend to fixate on just one thing, which is the guitar. With or without hair.
Here I should be horrified because the guitarist seems to be playing a "Diavoletto" while I’m a strict Fender fan, owning a Stratocaster, a Telecaster, and a Lead II (the love of my life!).
But this wide-necked & concave guitar is doing its damn job!
And she is stunning.
Ps. I stumbled upon this piece and ended up listening to all their records: it was worth it.
 
Wham! - Last Christmas (Lyrics)

You'll never admit it, but I KNOW you were longing to hear it again, let’s just say it!
To "feel" the Christmas atmosphere, you don’t need to chop down tender little trees or build intricate nativity scenes: a sink will do, as I explained in this piece I translated back when it was released.
I still get asked about it, along with "Dami el maôn" (Let me go home), "Trêst" (Bad), and "Al'é mesdê" (Aserejè). Coming soon to this shore, if you flatter me in a manner befitting my lineage. Haw!

"Mêt vie i plas / l'è plen el seglâr / se no cjati dôt net / buti dôt ta l'agâr / jo', íar, ti ai dite no uêi / ti ai dite c'o' Vevi un têc presse presse.

Cumò / o vôi intal bar / jo' no ai vôe di pensà / plui al seglâr o a l'agâr / vê' là / el gnûf biliardên / Met dêntri cént fràns cjàpi el spéccial spéccial"

P.S. This is virtually untranslatable: I can translate "Seglâr" (sink) and "Agâr" (drain, but also "groove" like the one between breasts or buttocks). I care for you all.
 
Maria Maddalena - Antonello Venditti

As always, no one - except for the usual extremists, of which I sometimes happen to be a part - needs to agree with me.
Even though I know that I am RIGHT; even if only in this case.

We have all written rivers of words (our good @[withor] must have already felt the compulsive anal-citation fever of Sanremo) about this Ray-Ban-wearing Roman singer-songwriter who, up to this point, I think, had shown good promise.

Apart from the fact that, if I’m not mistaken, the guitars were done by none other than Ivan Graziani, this album was presented on TV, in preview, during the legendary show "Odeon" curated, if I remember correctly, by a certain Giovanni Minoli, which was a great pleasure for me.

But I don’t want to speak well of this album, rather I want to speak poorly of the following one, which I find to be an authentic disgrace.

Those who have bread don’t have teeth, in short.

P.S. Have you seen, by any chance, Cién the Chinese?
I saw him in Modena, the last time. With Gato Barbieri.
 
Brazil (1985) Official Trailer - Jonathan Pryce, Terry Gilliam Movie HD

I have no idea, nor do I care, what those who haven't seen this film in its historical context think, that is, in those years that those who were there know about, while the "others" do not.
Personally, it is, in my very personal ranking, a "red circle" along with "The Man Who Fell to Earth" and "We Children from Bahnhof Zoo."

"Blade Runner" could also fit in, but as I’ve already said, it goes beyond simple entropic dystopia: that one, along with "Once Upon a Time in America," transcends the masterpiece.

Then just the illegal fixer De Niro is worth the price of a thousand tickets.
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine
I don't think it needs explaining, if you see the photo.
 
udine

We knew very well that Udine was a nice place to be.
Now everyone knows, damn it!
PS. What a delightful little song from these three very jolly Furlans who deserved worldwide success. But they sang in their own language, unfortunately.
And languages don’t sell, everyone knows that; because everyone sings in dialect, especially the one from the area.
P.S. How many times have I said "everyone knows"? Ahr!
 
The Doors - Break On Through (To The Other Side) [Official Video]

Everyone told me what I should or shouldn’t live.
From the altar boy to the welder - very skilled, they said - I always tried to do what everyone expected of my intelligence, regularly disappointing all their expectations, including my own.
But, you know?
I still want to break through to the other side!
What the hell do I have to lose?
 
let me go home - Michael Buble (Lyrics)

Oh yesterday I'm on the mountain / a hundred meters of crash / there was a great cold / you said: give me the moon / give me the moon

I didn’t see you / as it was setting like a fire / a big breeze pulled you: you said / give me the moon / give me the moon

Actually, I am dead, finished, gone / because you have the moon / you didn’t give it to me

But if you can come back, you know / or I’ll kill you / and your future moon / or I’ll rob you.

Ps. Naturally, the meter fits because, as everyone knows, the Friulian language has short forms by nature. Then, the fact that I wrote these things in the past, instead of working, should give me a remarkable aplomb (not "aplómp" in Friulian - which means "shot like a sparrow") on this kind of family that has become DeBaser.
Meow.
 
Battleme - Hey Hey, My My (Sons of Anarchy S03E13)

Haven't you seen this one either?
Do you not want to understand or are you just messing with me?
I thought you liked "brutto sporco & catívo" - and there's plenty of that here - but evidently, you're not Children of Anarchy.
PS. I bet my pension that there will be a gazillion reviews on Deb about this series that, remember, predates "Breaking Bad."
But I'll read them now, because before it wouldn't count: they would have misled me. Yuk!
 
Jurassic Park theme song.

TRICERATOPS

It has a great ability to mess with people.
Its weakness is that it never has enough.
If it has a Velociraptor as its rising sign, the female of its species tends to be unsatisfied, which makes it even more anxious.

The Noble protonuragic @[sfascia carrozze] confirms this OroScope #maybe?
 
Captain Seven of Nine | Perfect Finale Scene | Star Trek Picard 3x10 #startrekpicard Jeri Ryan

I know I'm not the only Trekker here.
And I'm also not someone who remembers who wrote what, when, or why. Because memory is in my heart and in my head, not in a cold Stardate.

I tried to procrastinate watching this third season after the first two left me utterly disappointed.

But human nature is what it is.
And so is compulsion.

Watching the entire exegesis of the Trek myth and rite revisited broke my heart because a Fan is a Fan.
And the Fan WANTS to see the characters they loved again, but they want to see them as they are now, not how they were when they were young.
And in this, we reach positively excruciating levels.
Aside from a catatonic Picard and a heavily wigged Riker, just seeing Seven of Nine, Dr. Crusher, Laforge, Tuvok, Data himself, Deanna Troi, Ro Laren, Worf, etc., aged naturally can only open the heart of the enthusiast.
And some of them—especially Seven, I mean, come on—are even more beautiful than when they were young!

But.

But the Story is missing!
A completely horizontal plot, with a mute shapeshifting villain addicted to tobacco subjected to an undefined higher entity, with flashbacks and flash-forwards thrown in haphazardly, dialogues that are sometimes childish, a scrappy script: you can't have Seven of Nine making out with Anna Mazzamauro! What the hell!

But now I have three episodes left, and I'll grit my teeth.
Even those seem forced, savasandír.

We're old, Noodels.