Festa di Laurea - Pupi Avati

"Graduation Party"
by Pupi Avati (1985)

starring Carlo Delle Piane
Aurore Clément
Nik Novecento
and Lidia Broccolino

#35mm
 
Natural H.

Don Ellis
"Natural H." from New Ideas
1961 (New Jazz)

#jazzlegends
 
Bright Future
Iron Claw
 
Clevor Trever

The album cover photo was taken by Chris Gabrin outside the Axfords lingerie and underwear shop at 306 Vauxhall Bridge Road, Westminster, near Victoria Station.

The child next to Ian Dury in the cover photo is his son Baxter Dury.

Ian Dury said that Baxter ran into the frame just as the photo was being taken and nothing...
 
George Foreman vs. Muhammad Ali - The Final Round - October 30, 1974
His legend is mainly based on a defeat. And Ali had never been so afraid.
Goodbye George.
 
"Janis Joplin walked into a bar in San Francisco one evening in 1967, unassuming, wearing her signature round glasses and the rebellious curls framing her face. No grand entrance. No one recognized her yet. Then she stepped onto the stage, grabbed the microphone, and as soon as her voice pierced the air, the entire room fell silent. A rasping, heart-wrenching lament filled the space, cutting through the chatter and the clinking of glasses. Raw, untamed, electric. Moments later, people were on their feet, some crying, others frozen in place. Janis wasn’t just singing. She was bleeding in her songs. That night she left the stage with a new reputation: the woman who could silence a room with her pain.

Born in Port Arthur, Texas, she grew up feeling like an outcast. She loved the blues: Bessie Smith, Lead Belly, Ma Rainey, while most girls her age listened to pop hits. In high school, she was bullied for her looks, called cruel names, struggling to find her place. Even as a teenager, she sought refuge in music, sneaking into record stores to buy blues albums. Once she wrote on her bedroom wall: “One day, everyone will understand.”

Her escape was Austin, where she discovered the local folk and blues scene, often playing small venues with her guitar. But her voice, too big, too rough, too filled with pain, wasn’t easily categorized. When she moved to San Francisco in 1966 to join Big Brother and the Holding Company, she was still a shy, anxious artist, drinking Southern Comfort to calm her nerves before every concert. But when she sang, something raw and uncontrollable took over. The first time she performed Ball and Chain at the 1967 Monterey Pop Festival, Mama Cass was caught on camera, stunned, whispering, “Wow.” Janis had exploded onto the scene.

Behind the screams, the beads, and the flashy feather boas, there was a woman craving acceptance. Her deep voice and bold laughter, tinged with whiskey, made her seem confident, but she always carried with her a profound solitude, as cutting as her voice. She fell madly in love, often loving too much and recklessly. When she loved, she threw herself in completely, whether it was for a musician, a roadie, or a fleeting one-night fling. She once wrote, “On stage, I make love to 25,000 people, then I go home alone.” This shows how deeply she felt the connection with her audience.

She longed for validation, especially from those who once ridiculed her. When she planned to attend her high school reunion, she wanted to return as a symbol of success. She arrived in Port Arthur in a psychedelic Porsche, dressed in full rockstar style, but old wounds reopened immediately. She wasn’t celebrated. She was still a stranger. That night she drank until dawn."
 
The Birdhouse - "Burnin' up"
A BEAUTIFUL RECORD I HAVEN'T HEARD IN AWHILE
 
lettera da lontano - enzo jannacci

Another masterpiece of Author music
 
of the series: #PPPP (Little Pearls Slightly Planned) number 2 (then we'll see if I'll want to continue... "the grass she gave was always sweeter, I cultivated it in memory of her" Chen Il Cinese - Antonello Venditti
 
Laura Nyro - You don't love me when I cry
For me, one of the best artists to ever come into this world. The female version of Tim Buckley. With her voice, she did whatever she wanted. Eternal love for Laura.
 
Pills of OUR History (28)

Just as a broken clock shows the right time twice a day, so the right-wing, the conservatives, the fascists, and the brown-shirts (they're all fascists, who get off on the Putinist Russia in their rooms, see
@[macaco]) who wish for a ceasefire in Ukraine for their own interests or illusions find themselves agreeing with a communist's class position. However, this does not undermine or render ambiguous the communist position. Every action always serves, as just and ideal as it may be, the interests of someone who has little that is just and ideal. Certainly, one position that a communist cannot take is to further ARM a conflict that exhibits only the traits of nationalism and imperialism.
This is being written because on Deb (see @[G] who posts the flag of a warring nation for the interests of others) as well as outside of here, there reigns absolute confusion and arrogance in taking sides in something that strictly speaking, as a class, does not concern us except in the form of a necessary humanitarianism (I think of those who work with refugees or who simply assist the victims of this conflict), given the current situation, far removed from the social liberation of the Ukrainian people: because the Russians, when advancing, do not encounter popular forces like the Spanish partisans against the French, the Viet Cong, communist partisans as in Italy, Yugoslavia, Albania (etc...), a whole oppressed people directly facing the slave-driving imperialism like in Palestine or Yemen, but only a disillusioned people long since let down by both Euromaidan and Russian interference, a people that has not yet found its path and that suffers directly from class oppression (from their own country) or international oppression (Russia or Europe/USA) not from the Russian invasion but from much earlier.

To clarify any doubts, we are aided by Karl Liebknecht, invoked by @[lector]:

“Since we have been unable to prevent the war, since it has come to our detriment, and since our country is facing an invasion, must we leave our country defenseless? Must we leave it in the hands of the enemy? Does Socialism not demand the right of nations to determine their own destiny? Does this not mean that every people is entitled, indeed duty-bound, to protect their freedoms? When the house is on fire, should we not extinguish the fire first before determining who the arsonist is?”
These are the arguments that have been repeated time and again in defense of the Social Democrats’ attitude (Translator's note: today our center-left echoes phrases like "let's not forget who the invader is", "there's an aggressor and an aggressed", "the Ukrainians are like the partisans")...but there is one thing that the firefighter in front of the burning house has forgotten: that in the mouth of a socialist, the phrase "defend one's homeland" does not mean becoming a c
 
Valerie June - Joy, Joy (In Studio Video)
Album of the year it could very well be, by far earring of the year, there’s really no contest.