Eden
The Count in 100 songs.
71. Eden.
 
Charlie - Fantasy Girls
And if I included the Tubes, let’s include the cousins.
 
Yo La Tengo - "The Cone of Silence"
Fresh even 30 years later
 
Mulatu Astatke - Mulatu (1972)

Mulatu Astatke - from "Mulatu of Ethiopia"
1972 (Worthy)

#jazzlegends
 
Frank Zappa — The Idiot Bastard Son

Frank Zappa (43 of 100)
"The Idiot Bastard Son" - from "We're Only in It for the Money"
(1968)

#tengonaminchiatanta
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine
RI-PARODIAX 50 ®
[The mood-lifting vaccine in fifty doses in times of relapse][46]
 
LASSU' QUALCUNO MI AMA (1956) Con Paul Newman - Trailer Cinematografico

Robert Wise (2 of 3)
"Somebody Up There Likes Me" - (1956)

#35mm
 
Tubes - The Monkey Time
"Sweetheart, tonight we’re grooving over dinner, right?!"
 
Elvis Costello & The Attractions - Pump It Up

Today I think I listened to Costello “seriously” for the first time. I feel like there have been more phases or at least two...
One I kind of like, this one... that sappy one is terrible.
 
Sátántangó — Tarr Béla, 1994. Opening Scene. The cows.

I accidentally discovered a great Hungarian writer, László Krasznahorkai. For about ten days, I've been reading what should be his debut work, Sátántangó. It's been a long time since pages have struck and unsettled me as much. Articulate sentences that envelop you and leave you breathless. Literature is important.
* * * *
"Not only could he no longer leave, but he didn't even want to leave now, because at least there he could huddle in the shadows of his usual visions, while outside, beyond the establishment, who knows what would be waiting for him."
* * * *
The monumental film by Béla Tarr was adapted from the book.
 
Dal loggione
The Count in 100 Songs.
72. From the Gallery.
 
La Violetta
#theSongsofItaly
 
Gate - The Blurred Tree [Experimental] This type of music, minimalism, is what usually gives me the most pure feeling of music in the most genuine sense of the term. I don’t quite know how to say it... often the mannered programmatic nature and even the slightest hint of effort I find in a work make it feel counterfeit, marred, and false; whereas works like this represent a tiny part of music, but they embody it in such a bare and essential form that it’s like perceiving the entirety at once. Like the crack in a wall, the fissure in a rock (which allows, even if just a little, to see its true interior).
 
Greta Van Fleet - Age of Machine (Official Video)
Although I don't particularly like them overall, I have to admit that this is a good piece.