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The Rolling Stones - Gimme Shelter (Live) - OFFICIAL PROMO

To be read and memorized... The thing that makes me cry every time is:
In the video that they found at the home of Abdel Mahdi Shahmay
He held a Kalashnikov rifle and he spoke with a voice like a boy

and it makes me think of a boy so many years ago...

Young Abdel Mahdi Shahmay was only 18 years old,
He was the youngest of nine children
He never spent a night away from home.
And his mother held his photograph up in the New York Times
To see the killing has intensified along the road to peace
He was a tall, thin boy with a wispy moustache
Disguised as an orthodox Jew
On a crowded bus in Jerusalem, some had survived World War Two
And the thunderous explosion blew out windows two hundred yards away
With more retribution and seventeen dead along the road to peace
Now at King George Ave and Jaffa Road passengers boarded bus 14A
In the aisle next to the driver Abdel Mahdi Shahmay
And the last thing that he said on
Earth is, "God is great and God is good"
And he blew them all to kingdom come upon the road to peace
Now in response to this another kiss of death was visited upon
Yasser Taha, Israel says is an Hamas senior militant
And Israel sent four choppers in, flames engulfed his white Opel
And it killed his wife and his three year old child
Leaving only blackened skeletons
They found his toddler's bottle and a pair of small shoes
And they waved them in front of the cameras
But Israel says they did not know
That his wife and child were in the car
There are roadblocks everywhere and only suffering on TV
Neither side will ever give up their smallest right
Along the road to peace
Israel launched its latest campaign against Hamas on Tuesday
Two days later Hamas shot back and killed five Israeli soldiers
So thousands dead and wounded on both
Sides most of them middle eastern civilians
They fill their children full of hate to fight an old man's war
And die upon the road to peace
"And this is our land we will fight with all
Our force" say the Palestinians and the Jews
Each side will cut off the hand of
Anyone who tries to stop the resistance
If the right eye offends thee then you must pluck it out
And Mahmoud Abbas said Sharon had been lost
Out along the road to peace
Once Kissinger said "we have no friends, America only has interests"
Now our president wants to be seen as a hero
And he's hungry for a re-election
But Bush is reluctant to risk his future
In the fear of his political failures
So he plays chess at his desk and poses for the press
Ten thousand miles from the road to peace
In the video that they found at the home of Abdel Mahdi Shahmay
He held a Kalashnikov rifle and he spoke with a voice like a boy
He was an excellent student,
He studied so hard, it was as if he had a future
He told his mother that he had a test that day
Out along the road to peace
The fundamentalist killing on both
Sides is standing in the path of peace
But tell me why are we arming the
Israeli army wi
 
Sailin' Shoes (Live at Lisner Auditorium, Washington, DC, 8/10/1977)
Anyway, excuse me, I know you prefer tennis shoes, but this morning I wasn’t sure what to do, so I started again... will you forgive me?
 
Fairport Convention - Matty Groves - (2012)

and there are a couple of comments to make...
Only - you know - for a couple of days something from Meraviglioso by Modugno (of course sung by Sahngihohrgih) keeps coming back to my mind and bothers me. It says the love of a woman who loves only you. And it annoys me. So - these comments - I will make only to one woman and only to her. Wonderful, right?
 
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...
 
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.
 
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...
 
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...
 
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...
 
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
 
Autumn Leaves

it sounds good!