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9 may 15:01

DeRank™: 37,96

John Coltrane - Alabama
You know (maybe) I have a weird relationship with Coltrane. Some stuff yes, some no. Well, this one yes. And maybe, if it's raining where you are, and you have to go by Vespa, you pull up your hood, and under the hood your ear flaps. And inside the ear flaps this stuff here, blasting...
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25 mar

DeRank™: 21,00

I've thought long and hard about which song to choose. Because today is a day of joy. In the end, I've chosen this one.
Bruce Springsteen - Dancing In the Dark (from Born In The U.S.A. Live: London 2013)
Why? Well, it's simple. Because it's from New Jersey, which I've always said is the Brianza of New York. Because he's someone who, in my opinion, has worked as a mechanic, maybe Toyota. Because he plays the guitar like it's a hoe. Because it's a song made up of two notes that say a lot. Because it has less than an octave. In short, a series of wonderful things. Among the various versions - maybe you know - I adore the one from Minnesota. Instead, I’m putting this one. Especially for the elliptical paraboloid that can be seen and that clearly didn’t suffer from the Great Snowfall of '85 in London. Anyway, just a bunch of useless words. The only thing is that I’m happy. I think back to something, big and distant, that someone called joyful anarchy, and I’m glad it wasn’t false.
Nothing special, I’m just dancing, dancing in the dark.
If you feel like it, do it with me.
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24 feb

DeRank™: 27,00

Light Up Or Leave Me Alone

speechless, today. For now. Thanks LL for the password!
Ps: but what a wonderful piece it is?
I would dare say it's the second best piece in which the band introduces itself to the audience at the end of the concert...
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4 feb

DeRank™: 12,00

1. Today I decided that I am normal, no strange stuff. We only focus on the beautiful, the very beautiful. Not that nonsense that thinking differently isn't a gift, it's a curse.
2. Here is Boccanegra. Abbado. Now, tell me one thing about Abbado that isn’t wonderful. I can’t name one. Then add this opera here, which the Magician loved like a son born crippled…
3. Well, enough of the chatter, this is the last aria of Simone. He's about to die. Poisoned. By Paolo. Okay, he had thought about dying in a thousand ways. Not this one. If he thinks it over, life has been quite kind to him. The Magician is still young. He’s not yet at 'God, you could have cast me away' or 'Everyone tricked.' He’s still on 'was it worth it.' Simone has also found his daughter. He understood that – despite him and his nonsense – she is doing well. She even has a boyfriend. Okay, he’s a tenor, but he cares for her. If he had been an engineer, that would have been worse, right?
4. But how the hell am I digressing? Well, nothing, he’s dying (and of course Fiesco appears, Verdi's father, I mention it because otherwise imasuolman will scold me). He says maybe in the end it’s all right like this.
Verdi: Simon Boccanegra, Act III: M'ardon le tempia
5. Why am I not directing at La Scala? Because if it were up to me (and - basically - that’s why I’m sharing this wonder with you) I would make it that every time Simone sings about the sea, the sea would rise, and with his hand he would make a sign. Like a C...
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2 dec 24

DeRank™: 15,00

Let’s put it this way: there’s a guy – it was at least 50 years ago. He’s riding a Vespa (no, not a yellow one, but whatever). And he’s cruising the streets that are his home. And... what the hell should I tell you? Everything went to shit. Everything. Everything we liked, everything we believed in, everything we were, even us, we were... nothing, all to shit. He rides and thinks. And while he rides, he sings. In his head, you know, and then maybe he pretends he’s on the phone, so they let him talk to himself and no one bothers him. Well, he sings something. And who knows if he realizes that twenty, thirty years later that stuff he’s singing, that goes around in his head, someone else is singing it... (stuff you could make movies about!).

Well, I don't know if it would have done that guy any good. And if you think about it, picture him on a green meadow, above the white cliffs of Dover, with his little Vespa, all that he has. And to everything that it meant to be something. The C with his hand, a team, a nameless school, everything. No, nothing else. All over. Just a scream.

I don’t know, I’m torn on whether to share what I’m listening to

Pearl Jam - *Love Reign O'er Me* - 5.17.10 Boston, MA

or "everything in the world is a joke"... you decide...
But am I going to like Pearl Jam? Who knows? Who the hell are Pearl Jam?
Oh, ps: everything written before is only related to the song, instead I thank a part of the Langhe called Roero and I’m doing wonderfully!
Then a girl walks by, I ask her, do you know Pearl Jam? She says, ah! stuff from the last century! So, that's what I wanted to tell you...
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8 nov 24

DeRank™: 18,00

So: let’s get organized (which is necessary if you live every day with an obsessive-compulsive, but whatever), and let’s explain why I love this thing.
1. she reminds me of Jasmine Paolini, a little awkward and too funny
2. well, why do I even need to say it, the song was written by someone from Catania, what can I tell you?
3. THE SUBTITLES. PLEASE WATCH THEM. I’m still laughing
4. the tenor seems to be called Antonio Siracusa (Tony Siragusa? look it up on Google!)
5. while I’m listening, they ask me if I know bloodborn. Well, I’ll do, what can I say, I’m young...
6. but why does nothing to drink ever arrive here?
7. but how the hell good was this guy from Catania?
8. I’m starting to understand one thing. And maybe then it becomes something I understand well and can explain in two words, and then I write about it. And it’s because the series about the 883 is nice but I know I have to write about it. Well, one thing I’ve understood. The reason why. And little by little I’m getting there.
9. Because I live in a place where I go out, and there’s a guy who’s a dog sitter. And I ask him, are you a dog sitter? And he says: no, I’m a math teacher! yeah, whatever. No, he says, I have a first degree in potato science, but I’m working on my second in mathematics. And I want to get a master’s! Ah! Algebraist or analyst? Algebraist! And I decide that - even if nothing to drink ever arrives - this is a really nice place.
10. no, it’s just that there was some 'nduja here. And now it’s gone. And so is the drink (and nothing has arrived here!)
11. but can you write a listening this long?
12. but how the hell good was this guy here? Ah, well, I’ll leave you to the lyrics...
Bellini - La Sonnambula- Ah! Non credea mirarti
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5 nov 24

DeRank™: 21,00

Autumn Leaves

it sounds good!
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9 jul 24

DeRank™: 21,00

Here where I am, in this crowded desert they call my office, there’s a game. It’s called a song per head. One a day. Whether it’s a song that’s important to you, or one you like, or whatever. Mine, today, was "Diesel" by Finardi; my roommate didn’t know it, and well... His, instead, is this:

L'angelo azzurro - Umberto Balsamo - 1977

I’m sharing it because:
1. it’s from '77
2. I like the guy's last name
3. I know it by heart (much to my chagrin)
4. it tells me that it was the name of his father's boat. Angelo Azzuro would set sail every morning from a port in Salento.
5. it reminds me of when there were bars, the ones with old men. They played cards, drank, swore...
You were there, and this song - every now and then - you could hear it.
From afar, under the murmurs and shouts.
And - at that point - my father would say hey!
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19 jun 24

DeRank™: 17,10

Moon over Bourbon street-Sting

My alarm clock today. Beautiful. Today, exam day. The Sanremo Festival, this exam should be abolished, I know that Pirandello will come up, there will be a topic on bicycles, the interviews, the same old ones, let me know what track has come up, I haven't studied anything, or those who don’t even read the topics, they know what to write anyway...
And - obviously, the one constant - devastating heat...
With a little tear, because I’m not taking the exam, and the way it is still (a bit) offends me...
Never mind, come on, I’m listening to Sting, and I’m counting the handicapped (can I say that? I mean counting, I’d hate for someone to take offense...)
Ps: in the meantime, I’ve already switched to Enzino who sings onliù, if anyone is interested...
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13 may 24

DeRank™: 29,25

Pearl Jam - Love, Reign O'er Me [Official]
Strange, since I walked three kilometers with Sandy Denny telling me stories. But today's song, at least for now, is this one. There’s a reason, something that connects this one and this one.
Farewell, Farewell
Then, maybe, if I think of it, I’ll tell you...
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30 jan 24

DeRank™: 24,13

Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner
Incredible, but I don't think I've ever played it in my listens. Yet YouTube doesn't lie. It's one of the things I've listened to the most.

So, even though I'd like to listen to the Wizard, I'll stop here, at this album from '78 (well, nobody's perfect), with this strange face. And these really strange stories. A guy who talked about zombies (almost like Gianfranco Manfredi), about serial killers (that we didn't even know what they were), about tenderness in bulk (or in the block? Never understood), about casual love, about abandoned love, about crazy love... An extraterrestrial, seriously. But one who talked about his planet. And who loved that planet.

He gained some notoriety in those years because he was friends with Jackson Browne. Regarding this, I invite everyone to watch the video of Mohammed's Radio, with the aforementioned Californian. Zevon's expressions say more than a million words and, if it were needed, they carve it into my heart.
Well, what can I say, the Wizard won't mind if I make him wait a little bit. And maybe, like me, he’s singing it at the top of his lungs right now. And, like me, he always messes up guessing when, in the chorus of Roland the headless thompson gunner, he adds talkin' 'bout the man...
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12 dec 23

DeRank™: 12,79

Verdi: Don Carlo / Act 5 - "Ma lassù ci vedremo in un mondo migliore"

So: we need two explanations, right?
1. It’s not my favorite version, Abbado '77, but I can't find it in fragments... never mind. I have to say though that this one with Bergonzi (well, a great gentleman, but not much else), Tebaldi (absolutely magnificent), Ghiaurov (absolute confidence), and Dieskau as the Marquis of Posa seems definitely worth seeking out... As soon as I’m done with the first one from '77, I’ll give it a try.
2. It's not an aria (hahahaha) but a duet. It’s the equivalent of "si schiude il ciel" from Aida. The two (Carlo and Elisabetta) are without hope. They say goodbye to each other. And they tell each other they will be happy. In a better world.
3. Yes, now you know why in the coming days, whatever I do, I will do it singing "in a better world."
4. But how beautiful is Abbado’s version? I mean, really all of it, not just this non-aria... someone should write about it...
5. Yes, I have to say I'm thinking about writing about it. Seriously, and there's a reason. But let's see if it comes to fruition...
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