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You’re sixteen years old. Well, you’re also a bit frail. You walk into a room. And there’s your friend playing the guitar. And all the girls are looking at him. A song comes on the radio. Hot Tuna - Hesitation Blues and you, more by luck than skill, proclaim: Hesitation Blues, from the live album of Hot Tuna in Berkeley! Can I not love this piece? (note, I say this now - many years later - I only knew this song from that album, which a very rude radio is currently playing). Dedicated to those who - not by luck - will enter a room today. And everyone will be watching her. At four o’clock. And I will be with her.
Almamegretta-Ciucculatina d"a' ferrovia
1. I find it outrageous that in Italy there are no streets, roads, squares dedicated to Paolo Frescura!
2. Mandrino, you are number one!
3. Can you tell I lost a bet?
For those who might be too young... And it's nice that it ends just the way it does...
Federico Buffa Racconta: Johan Cruijff e Il Calcio Totale
Hi Johann, hi, joyful anarchy. The most beautiful player I have ever seen. I don't even remember a single action of his. I remember how wonderful that crazy, unruly, intelligent, joyful, irreverent, unorthodox, ragtag Netherlands was in '74. For some, dreams died on 22/11/63. For some, with Bobby's death, for others with the kidnapping of Moro. For me, they died there. In that cursed final. But - there’s no doubt - from that day forward, every team, even those from the local parish, plays like those madmen did. You didn't lose that final. No. You won it. And you're still lifting the cup.
Bruce Cockburn - Silver Wheels
Strange thing, memory. Some have too much of it, like Funés. Some have very little. Some are endowed with it in a joyfully anarchic way. If you shared its fate, you would know that in this intimate and beloved album, there were also the lyrics, written in a font that was not yet Comic. And throughout the album, there is only one phrase written entirely in uppercase. Inside this song. Strange to remember that. Now that I believe I no longer have this album. And that I haven’t listened to this song since at least 1990. (And that I know it by heart, ça va sans dire). And I still wonder why that phrase was written in uppercase. Strange thing, memory. Some have too much of it, and suffer from it. Some have too little, and suffer from it. Some have it in a joyfully anarchic way (there is always a third way, and a fourth, and a fourth point five, and so on). And they don’t suffer from it. No, they have learned to laugh about it.
Tito Gobbi canta "Plebe, Patrizi, Popolo!!!!" dal S. Boccanegra (Live).
Simon Boccanegra is a character I adore. He was a pirate. That time has passed. But he's seen it all in life. He has a daughter, whom he lost (and will find again). They make him governor of Genoa. He doesn’t really know how to do anything. But he doesn’t say no. He finds himself in a terrifying environment. Intrigues, plots, uprisings. His best friend who will betray him. And he does nothing. Throughout the whole opera, he does nothing but put his face out there. There’s a revolt going on. He has the doors opened, lets everyone in. He’s not afraid of anyone. But not out of bravado. He goes around shouting love. So, if you think of me, think of me this way. And if you want to know what I dream of, I dream of singing it like this...