Silje Nergaard with Pat Metheny - Tell Me Where You're Going (Rio Version)

I met her through a very jazzy version of "This Is Not America" featured in an anthology series of records called "Ladies in Jazz," which I highly recommend to those who love women even if they don’t understand them; just as one doesn’t understand Jazz.

I wanted to share that piece - which perhaps someone has already heard, and in any case, it’s easily found on YouTube - but instead, I came across this that I didn't know about. The video quality is terrible and the sound is even worse, but oh well...

Ah, listen to her records: she’s amazing!
 
Meret Becker & Ars Vitalis - Jockey Full Of Bourbon

Here’s a little gem that I hope is stylish from a triple tribute album that many friends were unaware of. I stumbled upon it on PirateBay, if I remember correctly, while searching for something else. Blessed serendipity!
 
BREAKING BAD: Gale sings "Crapa pelada"

I know.
You don’t love TV series.
They require patience, a compulsive sense of binge-watching that seemingly contradicts the term "patience."
You probably don’t appreciate my personal imprint on the genre - that is "Sons of Anarchy" - nor the sublime narrative heights reached by many objectively unforgettable series: from "Black Mirror," "Fargo," "Westworld," "Handmaid's Tale," and, to get closer to what I want to say, "Better Call Saul."
Which is a "costola" (Spin-Off for you ignorant ones) of that masterpiece known as "Breaking Bad."
From which this little song is taken that I’m going to share my usual nanetto (anecdote) about, to which, as usual, you won’t believe.

It must have been 1979, and through a classmate whose brother was a choreographer in the opera field (he took me to see "Tosca" in the backstage of the Arena di Verona), I found myself in Milan at Lino Patruno's apartment.
There were a lot of famous people – I particularly remember an amazing Marenco – and he, Lino, was playing this piece on the guitar like a madman, at incredible speed!!!

Hearing it referenced in a famous American TV series made me reflect on how great we Italians could be if we weren’t such assholes who throw ourselves away. Yuk!
 
Francesco De Gregori & Fedez - Viva l'Italia - Arena. Verona. 22/09/2015

Dedicated to @[withor], so they can taste their own medicine.

Ah: I couldn't bring myself to listen to it.
 
M - Il Figlio del Secolo | Nuova serie | Trailer Ufficiale

Of course, the idea of seeing even a second of this stuff—beyond the Trailer—is very far from me; it feels so pale, lifeless, and waxen. But I read, I think in the CdS, that this fiction could have also been a Musical, given its structure. So, I can’t help but imagine the good Marinelli portraying the Kessler twins after De André and Mussolini. Here, anything could REALLY happen: there’s no longer even a reaction—political or otherwise. Do you remember the Simulacra, those of the Great Philip?
 
Robert Plant - Moonlight In Samosa (1982) lyrics

Here’s another gem from this post-airship record that I have never forgotten, unlike you ungrateful ones.
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine

If I'm not mistaken, the last one remaining from the Band.
Rest in peace, Garth; now your ten-dollar-an-hour piano lessons will be given up there in the otherwhere.
 
Risultato della ricerca immagini di Google per https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/DRcAAOSwmYRiX1eP/s-l1200.jpg

Who is Barry? Certainly not Chuck, who was Berry.
Who is Conan the barbarian?
Certainly not Diego Abatantuono - who was Attila the scourge or the brother of the idiot, something entirely different but maybe not.
Nor the slightly bearable character from the first film.

Conan is the one drawn by him.

Barry Smith was an artist of the kind I mean: of an elegance that seemingly has little to do with the brutality of the character; yet, even if anatomically not entirely flawless, he gave the character an incredible aesthetic refinement.

It's like comparing Tarzan by Burne Hogarth - master and inventor of dynamic Anatomy but ultimately too didactic - to the nervous, almost gangly one by the equally phenomenal Joe Kubert who, let's not forget, drew one of the most extraordinary Tex Willer after Magnus.

What I'm rambling about is not something that concerns you.
To quote Nello the Young:
"If you are just a dream, I am just a dreamer."

Ah: was it not that way? Who cares.
 
la strana coppia - la partita a poker 2

See? What is there to review?
What is left to say? What can be added or taken away from the Genius?
Nothing.
But what is the one thing that perhaps has never been asked about this marvelous "pillicula miricana"?

Here it is, I dare: What do the Ladies of Deb think?
 
STRAY CAT STRUT Stray Cats GUITAR TAB LESSON TUTORIAL - Brian Setzer Rockabilly Guitar

See? In my day it wasn't that easy: you had to buy the record and study how the piece sounded.
Getting there on your own is something that goes beyond mere masturbation.
 
Barrelhouse Blues (Live)

Alberto il Venitore, as his surname suggests, is in guitar luthier slang "a good player." It couldn't be any other way.
At the level of many other whites more famous than him, like Stefano Raimondo Vagabondo.
But he doesn't have that "Wow" that Mickey Rourke's clinic companion, the so-called ilariblási, praises so much.

People of the trade, damn it.
Better to earn a crust of bread by playing well than not playing at all.
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine

I'm seeing this now, in some random bar, and I'm asking, pleading with the bartender NOT to change the channel, playing on the fact that I'm old & worn out, and displaying with a longing glance (it sparks the maternal instinct of the ladies, everyone knows that) my defibrillator to move her to pity.

Wimbledon, the full seventies, it seems to me.
Navratilova vs Evert. THE "clásico".
That sport was called "Tennis" and that planet, despite its notable flaws, was still almost livable.

Today, returning to "tennis," what a torment to see the Albion grass trampled near the net...
 
Prima di continuare su YouTube

Back in the underrated 80s, I recommended this album to my Art Director as the soundtrack for a Ferrero Rocher commercial.

Of course, nothing came of it, except for a whole lot of cocaine.
Ah, the Milano to sniff...
Michael Brecker (rip) roamed Via Torino in conditions I can't even describe...
Once, I can’t remember whose house it was, he even managed to convince me that even I, who am completely inept with wind instruments, would be able to play his Steinerphone - something sci-fi at the time - convincingly.
Best to skip over the results, from what little I remember.

Memories are a nasty thing, but throw them away... Sigh!
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine

When I read Farmer, I think of banana with peanut butter.
Why?
Because in the world of the river in the Grail, you can find everything, and Peter Jarious Frigate - the acronym should ring a bell - he finds just his favorite combination only once.

All of humanity from all ages rises simultaneously and seemingly randomly on the banks of a winding river that has neither beginning nor end.

But the peanut butter with banana, fried in peanut oil, is something that only those reading this and who have read PJF’s books can grasp.

For the "others," just compassion.
Not disdain or whatever.
Pure & simple compassion.
Haw haw haw!
 
Let The Mystery Be - Iris DeMent H.Q.

I discovered this lady with a somewhat unfortunate surname but with a clear and powerful voice, because this beautiful piece was the theme song for the second part of "The Leftovers," a also beautiful American series (there’s also a French one that deals with the same idea) that you should watch, in my opinion, that is, I.
So, I found out that the song is included in an album called "Infamous Angel," which is also beautiful, I found out, I found out!
As mentioned above, she truly has an unmistakable voice, evocative in a somewhat nostalgic way, I would dare say: a voice that, thanks to its unique timbre, is unforgettable because it doesn’t resemble anyone else's.

I warned you: if you don’t want to follow the advice of the old & patched-up Mac, life will still smile at you. Haw haw haw!
 
Modest Mouse - Float On (Official Music Video)

Does anyone remember the humble mice?
Did they only please me?
 
Richard Thompson - Oops I Did It Again

The harmonic structure of this masterpiece by Poppe continues to reveal constant surprises. Here, it even exposes the singer-songwriter side of the piece: stuff for guitar on the beach with a bonfire.
Unfortunately, I can’t find a Jazz version; it would take a modern-day Miles, who really understood Poppe's covers.
But that breed will no longer be born, given the state this fucked-up planet is in. Sigh!
 
Tom waits - Pony

But, I say to myself: we have a variety of public officials, voted in by the people - who is always right when it comes to being screwed over - endowed with extraordinary political & cultural weight and a minister of transport with a wit equal, if not superior, to that of a cube of porphyry; why should we conform to what the "others" do?
We are tagliani, 'ioghéne! We are me!
And the "others" are either communists or foolish.
Empathy zero! Tolerance zero!

So why zero blood alcohol level?
WE should set it to MINUS zero: that is, it will be up to the wit of the cop on duty (properly trained by the alcoholics of the sert) to determine if the victim WOULD have wanted to drink even if they hadn’t.

I’m not joking.

Ah: happy new year to my Pony, who has always found the way home despite often prohibitive alcohol conditions for him (I don’t drink, everyone knows that).
And best wishes to you all.
In fact: I dare say to Us DB.
And excuse the empathy, probably one-sided. Yuk!
 
COLD TURKEY. (Ultimate Mix, 2020) - Plastic Ono Band (official music video HD)

This is a story that, if viewed in the right way, with the right empathy, could even be amusing, besides being very educational. More than to Lennon (who, at least in this piece, simply choked on it), "Cold Turkey" is associated with many jazz musicians, especially—but not only, of course—of the Be Bop era, who seemingly practiced it often and reluctantly (and I can see why) with results that, from what I understand, were quite laughable.

I first heard about it in the biography of Charlie Parker, who knew a thing or two about these matters, given that at around twelve years old—if I recall correctly, and I don’t have the book anymore, not feeling well at all, he went to the doctor, who apparently told him: “It’s nothing, kid: you’ve just had your first withdrawal crisis.”

But how was true Cold Turkey practiced? Charlie would go to a friend of his, who managed a notorious rundown hotel, pay him, and then he would lock him in a room—if I remember right, for a week or more, I repeat—with only two buckets: one empty for evacuating, and the other full of water.

Of course, when the guy would come to change the buckets, he was NOT supposed to listen to ANYTHING the other said: from pleas to the most unspeakable insults, from offers to multiply his payment to threats of taking his own life by putting his head in the bucket of his own vomit and so on.

These are things that open your mind. Enough with these urban legends of drugged rockers: as if they alone were the best of the created world! Tzk. Amateurs, that’s what they are!
 
Violent Femmes - Jesus Walking on Water (Official Audio)

I stumbled upon this in Random this morning just after I opened my eyes, and I LOVE the Violent.
The 2016 version is beautiful & touching too: what charming old folks they have become.
Kind of like me. Yuk!
 
Boys Don't Cry - The Submarines

Forced more or less to stay at home - though not really in a restraining way - due to a terribly uncomfortable and heavy device called "Life Vest" that I have to wear day and night, I try to take it philosophically and see the glass (two or three a day is fine, say the doctors who saved my life) as half full.
So what better way than to rummage through the depths of my trusty iMac to finally organize my vast library that I've left in a semi-wild state for too long?
Well: what's the first album I didn't remember having that comes my way?

You should know there's a band that is "special" to me.
Not my favorite band - or artist - but something apart, something I like to keep to myself, intimately, without any emotional fanfare.
They are called "The Cure," and I find them uncategorizable, oddly lovable even if sometimes dark: a wonderful thing in its own right, as I've said before.

I picked this track at random, but I assure you that the whole album is at least surprising.
I know that when it comes to covers, at least here on Debby, everyone has their own but also the other, but please, I really beg you to listen to it (in the unlikely event you haven't already) because there’s a whole assortment of chocolates that are better than the last.

Sunday I'm in Cure.
 
The Howlers - Lady Luck (Official Music Video)

They are coming to play in Nova Gorica (50 meters from the Italian border: practically a stone's throw from my house) around March 2025. They were recommended to me by my friend Dennis Baselli, a bassist and luthier of exceptional skill.

From the two or three songs I found on YouTube, I wouldn’t know how to define them, but I’m sure many of you damn rockers (not to mention old-timers, as I need to remind you) can tell me the ins and outs of these guys.

It seems they are making waves in England!
 
Rainbow - Gates Of Babylon

I know you know that I know I’ve already posted this piece many times, that I’ve already told you this is the best Rock guitar solo of all time despite Riccardino Moranera’s UGLY outfit, a piece of crap as a man but a guitarist from another dimension.

But maybe I’ve never explained to you why.

You see, when I teach guitar (Rock in this case), I do explain the harmonic basics - rarely complicated - the meaning of riffs, the various types of scales, and so on.
But when I need to explain what a rock solo is, I always use this example, starting each time in this way.

“Let’s set aside the notes he plays, the scales he uses, the very particular rhythmic phrasing, the fluidity of execution, etc. I’ll tell you about those things later.
Instead, focus on the structure, on the development times: think of an opera. The Maestro uses the same progression: description - tension - apotheosis - resolution.
Listen to the beginning: he starts with some harmless little Arabic-sounding scales that gradually lead you into the piece. Description.
Then he begins to harmonize them in increasingly complex ways, both by increasing the speed and gradually bringing the piece to a higher key. Tension.
Then he starts unleashing sixteenths with inhuman precision; but not progressive sixteenths, rather clusters of very melodic notes interspersed with piercing bends (also with the skillful use of the tremolo arm), glissandos, syncopation, notes on the upbeat that bring even more height to the pathos. Apotheosis.
Finally, he returns to the Arabic-sounding scales mentioned earlier, which reference the initial riff. Resolution.

In short, something must be started, then developed, then made creative, and finally concluded.

Now that you understand this, you can tackle the purely technical side of this solo.
And if by chance you think it sounds easy the way I’ve explained it to you, you’re very much mistaken: 2/3 out of five of those as good as you will make it.”