Genesis - Fly on a Windshield/Broadway Melody of 1974
C'è qualcosa di solido che si forma nell'aria,
Il muro della morte è abbassato a Times Square
 
 
maybe they deserved more, perhaps their seed never found the right soil. #minorcantores an entire album for each artist, also because some never made it to the second. a special thanks to Jack Beatrici's YouTube channel, filled with unimaginable things. In the mid '70s, it was literally on everyone's lips, the song about the joint and the themes for evening shows. Stefano Rosso - Vado, prendo l'america ...e torno album completo
 
Dangerous Toys - Demon Bell (Remastered) 2016

This is the best track from the shocking 1989 cassette soundtrack that I discovered amidst a sea of archaic rectangular cases buried under the ancestral dust of time (and the stilt house).

No, I mean, it truly is the best.

#neveragainwithout
 
Ada Neri - Ronda d'aprile
#songsforeverytwomonths
 
Outsider music: classics of American classical music (31) - Peter Mennin - Symphony No.7 (1963) Symphony No.7 "Variation-Symphony" - Peter Mennin Another great representative of American neoclassicism from the mid-20th century, alongside Schuman he was probably the most important symphonist. Vigorous music, beautifully written, with an unmistakable American accent. He was also the president of the Juilliard School in New York (succeeding, coincidentally, Schuman) until his untimely death in 1983.
 
Fantastic Negrito - Plastic Hamburgers (Official Video) What a powerful groove! So strong.. listen to it and feel that groove!
 
Yo La Tengo - Sugarcube
#gleaningylt (1)
A few sounds & images, but few, of a band very dear to me.
 
Imagination - Just an illusion (HD)
I remember it as if it were today. The summer steals the cool even from its nights, and those of '82 were particularly sultry,
but that won't be the reason they'll be remembered. Before falling into the arms of Morpheus, I listened, spellbound, to the notes that
drifted in the distance from the Blue Moon. You had to be 18 to get in, and sooner or later I would.
My friends were already dreaming of breathtaking hugs and kisses. Not me, not yet. I just wanted to get inside and dance.
Dance, and nothing else. Time changes things, and today I enter as a DJ but not into the Blue Moon.
It closed its doors before I turned 18, forever relegated to a special corner of my memory,
yet the echo of those nights, in the sweet insouciance that assails before sleep, still feels alive and burning like back then.