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è il negozio di dischi presente in "Alta fedeltà", il romanzo di Nick Hornby. L' habitat naturale per misantropi individui che si muovono agilmente su e giù per le scale del pentagramma, tra gli scaffali colmi e ben catalogati di "oro nero, lucido e circolare". Più semplicemente, il regno dei feticisti della seconda arte. Se vi sentite attratti da questo gruppo come una stella verso il buco nero, se parlando di cucina, meteorologia o del tubo del lavabo che si è rotto, arrivate sempre, inspiegabilmente a parlare di musica e, innanzitutto, se riuscite a riconoscere un'opera osservandola di notte, in una oscura galleria, con un palmo di polvere e coperta con un telo, questo è il gruppo che fa per voi, garantito.

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Aggiungetemi!
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#IStayInTheStore
 
For @[Pinhead], the welcome list is easy!
No, but which Ramones, which ignorant garage and sweaty rock...
I know what he likes!
Pornland - Slap Dat Ass
Alex Puddu-The Golden Age of Danish...
Porn Shop - 3 Mother Funckers
Merry Christmas Baby
Pornosonic - Cream Streets Theme
 
Anyway, let it never be said that we don't give the right welcome to newcomers!
So here are the famous "Lector's personalized lists": 5 discs of welcome.
For
@[Farnaby], whose tastes I haven't quite figured out yet (but from his recent listens on Frazer, I deduce that he loves "heavenly voices" and from his avatar, I guess he likes the coffee orchestra of the penguin), a series of "strange" vocalese because I believe (and hope) he is a curious listener.
Monica Engineer
Laïs - In This Heart [Sinéad O'Connor Cover]
Novi Singers - Novi Sing Chopin - Mazurek F dur op. 68 nr 3
Good vibrations
Mozart: Eine kleine Nachtmusik - Swingle Singers 1969 (yes: they are the ones from "quark". And they didn't just do that!)
 
I Trawl the Megahertz (Remastered)
"I Trawl the Megahertz" by Paddy McAloon was reissued in February 2019 under the name Prefab Sprout, with a first limited edition release on white vinyl of just one thousand copies. Far from the sounds of the Sprouts and almost entirely instrumental and experimental, this work is characterized by musical elegance and McAloon's genius, who in 2003, while working on the album, was tormented by poor health conditions.
 
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The Championship Vinyl Shop wishes a happy year to all its members.
Happy 2020 in music!
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine
The Championship Vinyl Shop wishes a happy year to all its members.
Happy 2020 in music!
 
FREDDY KING - THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK - EL BEE

Known as the "Texas Cannonball," he is usually remembered as one of the "Three Kings" of Blues alongside Albert King and B.B. King.

At the age of 6, his mother and uncle introduced him to the study of the guitar.

He inspired legendary musicians like Eric Clapton, Mick Taylor, and Stevie Ray Vaughan, while he himself was influenced by equally iconic figures such as Robert Johnson, B.B. King, T-Bone Walker, and Muddy Waters.

He recorded 14 studio albums and at least 11 compilations were released, often playing "Goldtop" Gibson Les Pauls until the mid-'60s; later, he preferred Gibson ES-335, 345, and 355TDC models that distinguished him until his death (which occurred due to complications from an ulcer and pancreatitis) in Dallas on December 28, '76, at just 42 years old. It is said that it was likely due to stress, as he performed on tours 300 times a year, and his diet largely consisted of, ehm, Bloody Marys instead of solid food, you never know...

R.I.P. Fred King
 
Peetie Wheatstraw - You Can't Stop Me From Drinking

He was born and died on December 21st, and between birth and death, 39 years passed. On the day of his last birthday, probably celebrating with a party, he got into a Buick with two friends, and somehow, the car collided with a train. His friends went straight to the creator while he was hospitalized for severe head injuries, and he said goodbye to everyone a few hours later.

He was said to be quite a great character; the only photo of him in circulation is the same one in the video showing him with his inseparable resonator guitar resembling a "dobro."

They say that "anyone who listens to long stretches of his recordings will probably go insane," and before he left in '42, he recorded 161 A and B sides on vinyl records in the '30s and '40s, and that’s it...

His real name was William Bunch.
 
Since Prof. @[lector] dragged me into this (and since he must be a bit down about some sad keyboard granfelinism incident...) Not having any particular or surprising ideas (I never have any particular or surprising ideas, I’m often told so, alas...), I’m posting solo albums by people who have done something in groups but who, as solo artists, received less than they deserved (pt. 8)
The Old Man Of The Mountain
 
Stranglers - Always the Sun

Originally, back in '74 they were called "The Guilford Stranglers" but later they got tired of making it too long to announce themselves to the public and settled for being simply the Strangolatori.

They had a dark sound, called "pub" rock (maybe because of the beers? Who knows!).

Later they were also associated with other genres, like "new wave" or "goth rock," although they preferred to define themselves as more "punk rock" than anything else, especially since they opened for the "Ramones" in '76 during their first tour in the UK, oh nothing...
 
Since Prof. @[lector] pulled me into this (and seeing that he must be a bit down because of some unfortunate keyboard granfelinism...)
Not having any particular or surprising ideas (I never have any particular or surprising ideas, I’m often told that, alas...), I’m posting solo albums by people who have done something in a group but who, as solo artists, have achieved less than they deserved (pt. 7)
Leave Heaven Alone
 
Since Prof. @[lector] pulled me into this (and given that he must be a bit down due to some sad keyboard granfelinism saga...) Not having any particular or surprising ideas (I never have particular or surprising ideas, I'm often told that, alas...), I’m posting solo albums from artists who have done something as a group but have achieved less than they deserved as solo acts (pt. 6)
Can't Buy A Break
 
Since Prof. @[lector] pulled me into this (and given that he must be a bit downhearted due to some unfortunate cases of keyboard granfelinism...) Not having any particular or surprising ideas (I never have particular or surprising ideas, I'm often told so, alas...), I’m posting solo albums by people who have done something in a group but who, as solo artists, have achieved less than they deserved (pt. 5)
Bill Nelson's Red Noise - For Young Moderns [2012 Remaster]
 
I'm copying & pasting a quick reading taken from my beloved encyclopedic Wikipedia and here it goes...:

In the notes that appear in the album Via Paolo Fabbri 43, Guccini writes: “I am a storyteller (not in the 'historical' sense of the term) and (…) I tell, through myself, what I do and what I see, and I should not be called a poet or anything else.

A bit like what I say in L’Avvelenata (…) but in a different, ironic (I hope) and grotesque way; and I hope that the friend I mention in the song doesn’t hold it against me for leaving his name.

After an afternoon of chatting and mutual clarifications, I hope to have become friendly enough with him to be able to make fun of him.

And then when we met, the song was finished; he listened to it, and it didn’t seem to me that he got angry.”

The music critic Guccini refers to is Riccardo Bertoncelli, who in a lengthy article in 1998 recounted the story in detail.

Bertoncelli, in 1975, was a very young collaborator for the magazine Gong, where he was asked to write a review of Stanze di vita quotidiana.

It was a ruthless critique, and more than twenty years later, Bertoncelli would say: “It was a vice of the time to teach artists what they should do, rather, who they should be, and I fell for it with the Leninist zeal of a Red Guard.”

A few months later, Bertoncelli learns that Guccini had sung a song in concert that mentioned him; then he reads in another music magazine that Guccini said about him, “he’s someone who doesn’t understand anything (…) one of those who still writes Amerika with a k.”

So he calls him, and they decide to meet.

They spend an evening together at Guccini's house, discover they have common interests, that perhaps Guccini hadn’t sold out to the record companies, and that perhaps Bertoncelli understood something.

During that evening, Guccini picks up the guitar and plays L’Avvelenata for him, and offers to remove the name from the song.

Bertoncelli refuses: “Now that we’ve met, it doesn’t make sense anymore.”

Guccini tells him that he has no intention of recording it anyway: it's a concert outburst, not a song to put on an album.

But it's a song that the audience loves, and a few months later it will end up on "VPF43"

L'Avvelenata (F. Guccini) - Casabase Notte Playlist
 
Since Prof. @[lector] pulled me into this (and considering he must be a bit downhearted due to some sad keyboard granfelinism...), not having any particularly surprising ideas (I never have particularly surprising ideas, I’m often told, alas…), I'll post solo albums by people who have done something in groups but who, as solo acts, received less than they deserved (pt. 4)
Love Will Kill You - Dan Stuart
 
l'ascolto di imasoulman: Visto che il Prof. -[lector] mi ci&he...
(ah ri-oh, if Muhammad does not go to the mountain, when will he get to eat polenta and deer?)
 
l'ascolto di imasoulman: Visto che il Prof. -[lector] mi ci&he...
(oh, if Muhammad does not go to the mountain, how will he learn to ski?)
 
Since Prof. @[lector] dragged me into this (and since he must be a bit down due to some unfortunate episode of keyboard granfelinism...) Not having any particular or surprising ideas (I never have particular or surprising ideas, I’m often told that, alas...), I'm posting solo albums from people who have done something as a group but who, as solo artists, have gathered less than what they deserved.
Here’s the first one:
Mike Heron 1971 Smiling Men with Bad Reputations