" A u t o b i o g r a p h y "

I lead a quiet life
here at Mike’s every day
watching the stars
of Dante’s Billiard Room
and the French guys hooked on pinball.

I lead a quiet life
at the end of East Broadway.

I am an American.

I was an American boy.

I read the American Boy Magazine
and I was a boy scout
in a residential neighborhood.

I thought I was Tom Sawyer
when I caught crayfish in the Bronx River
and imagined it was the Mississippi.

I had a baseball glove
and an American Flyer bicycle.

I delivered the Woman’s Home Companion
at five in the afternoon
or the Herald Tribune
at five in the morning.

I still hear the thump of the newspaper
on those lost porches.

I had an unhappy childhood.

I saw Lindberg land.

I looked toward home
and saw no angel.

They caught me stealing pencils
at the Five and Ten Cent Store
the same month I made Eagle Scout.

I cut down trees for the ccc
and sat on them.

I landed in Normandy
in a rowboat that capsized.

I saw the well-trained armies
on the beach at Dover.

I saw Egyptian pilots in purple clouds
shopkeepers raising their shutters
at noon
potato and dandelion salad
at anarchist picnics.

I am reading Lorna Doone
and a life of John Most
terror of industrialists
a bomb on his desk at all times.

I saw the street cleaners parade
in the Columbus Day Parade
behind the sharp
farting trumpeters.

It’s been a long time since I went
to the Cloisters
or the Tuileries
but I still think
about going.

I saw the street cleaners parade
in a snowstorm.

I ate hotdogs in baseball stadiums.

I heard the Gettysburg Address
and the Ginsberg Address.
I like it here
and I will not go back
to where I came from.

I too have traveled in boxcars, boxcars, boxcars.

I traveled along with unknown men.

I have been in Asia
with Noah in the Ark.

I was in India
when they built Rome.

I was in the Manger
with a Donkey.

I saw the Eternal Gas Station
from a White Hill
in South San Francisco
and the Laughing Woman in a Lunatic-Park
outside the Haunted House
under a mighty downpour
still laughing.

I heard the din of revelry
at night.

I wandered alone
like a crowd.

I lead a quiet life
in front of Mike’s every day
contemplating the world walking past me
in its curious shoes.

Once I set out
to walk around the world
but ended up in Brooklyn.

That Bridge was too much for me.

I have dedicated myself in silence
to exile and cunning.

I flew too close to the sun
and lost my wax wings.

I am looking for my Old Man
whom I never knew.

I am looking for the Lost Leader
I once flew with.

The young should be explorers.

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Zucchero - Pippo (Live In Italy)
While many people are mourning the passing of the national Pippo, I naturally felt like listening to this song by Zucchero Sugar Fornaciari (even though he’s not among my favorite Italian singers).
 
Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds (Remastered 2009)
#Canzonidrogate
Yes, I know, Lennon denied that it was a reference to LSD, McCartney basically confirmed it at first, then denied it too, and in the end more or less simultaneously half-confirmed and half-(self-)denied it...
In doubt, let it be LSD and enjoy your lysergic listening, somewhere between "Alice in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass"!
 
The Micragirls - Queen of the Cavemen

The Micragirls " White Devil Of The Yellowstone "

FROM KUOPIO, FINLAND, EARLY DECADE OF THE NEW MILLENNIUM…

GARAGE-LOFI, THE KIND WITH SOUL AND… THAT’S IT…

I GET EMOTIONAL WITH THE GARAGE AND PUB GIRLS…

NEVER MET A REAL ONE, AS I SAY…

ONE ALBUM, SEVERAL EPs, MANY CONCERTS AND A MUSTACHE COMPILATION THAT WONDERFULLY SUMS UP

#garagedintorni

(435)
 
Have A Cigar

Do you have a light, please?
 
Samadhi ► Silenzio [HQ Audio] 1974

#heretooursoundisnotbadafterall
 
Man Down!

Watch out, THIS IS NOT RIHANNA.
 
Oasis - Hello - 17/08/2025 - Dublin, Ireland

and the oooold triangle went jingle jangle all aloooong the banks of the Royal Canal
💚🤍🧡

#OasisLive25
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine
It happened! I got it!
(I also included First Issue, which I already had)
 
First Round Knock Out

#unochenonsiannoiavaperniente

An almost impossible attempt at a semi-serious journey through the discography and countless collaborations of Steve Gadd, in almost chronological order
1976(43) DAVID RUFFIN - EVERYTHING'S COMING UP LOVE
 
Cimici e bromuro

Many of you didn’t do military service, and you missed out on an unforgettable experience.
There was this guy, above my bunk, who stretched his arm across and threw himself backwards, dislocating his left shoulder, just to get discharged: and he was a fascist! Only, that bunk had just that one escape route.
Another one, short on heroin, injected himself with a dose of Cabernet.
Not to mention the guy in the kitchen who jerked off onto the pizza meant for the officers' mess, and they even asked for seconds!
And then, again, when we rookies—who had to learn to handle the tray—were made to do "The Shark," meaning we were used like a rag to clean the floors.

It was fun, apart from three or four suicides.

Sergio, here, in this extraordinary album that tells those years like no one else, is unforgettable.

"The worst seems to be over"

That’s not how it went: we all know it. congedare:
 
Antonello Venditti – Eleonora
#Canzonidrogate
Dedicated (apparently) to Eleonora Giorgi, who actually had some drug problems, and with whom Venditti is said to have had a relationship at the time: it was 1982...