Black Sabbath Changes
"I'm going through changes"..
 
Lamb - Gorecki Ok let's take a chance, this is the most immense trip hop track alongside "Joga" by Björk. Forget about Moby's ballads or "Unfinished Sympathy" by the Massive :P
 
@[imasoulman] teaches that this album/underrated is worth it!

Nineteen Forty-Eightish - Jimmy Page & Roy Harper - Jugula
 
 
MODA "polvere" Wow, how beautiful!
 
Led Zeppelin- Out On The Tiles.
25/9/80 one of the boys is leaving, ā€œmyā€ boy.
From LZ 3

#38withoutjohnhenrybonham

ā€œBoy, your right foot is faster than a rabbit!!!ā€ Jimi Hendrix

My Rock
 
White Denim - Pretty Green Video

After so many clowns, finally a serious group.
 
Led Zeppelin - The Lemon Song
25/9/80 one of the boys leaves, ā€œmyā€ boy.
From LZ 2

#38withoutjohnhenrybonham

ā€œPlaying hard is something every drummer is capable of doing. When you see someone almost destroy the drum kit by hammering on it - when you see it live - it’s something amazing. Although I’ve always played very loud, after seeing him I started wanting to play even louder: watching him in action impressed me.ā€
Cozy Powell

My Rock
 
 
Led Zeppelin- Good Times And Bad Times
25/9/80 one of the boys leaves, ā€œmyā€ boy.
One per album.

#38senzajohnhenrybonham

I was stunned when I saw John standing behind the drums at the Sex Pistols and Damned concert, with an angry sneer plastered on his face. He was standing there all straight and stiff, and he launched into a violent tirade... ā€œWhere the hell did the band go?! They played for only 15 minutes. We play for three hours, damn it, because we are real men, not a bunch of wimps.ā€ Glen Matlock

My Rock.
 
Stories That Should Be Told (8) Cyril Collard La Rage (Track 5)
Now they were all there, applauding enthusiastically; "Les Nuits Sauvages" had won 4 César awards, and everyone knew that the film already had the aura of a "cult" classic.
Too bad Cyril had died three days earlier.
Taken away by AIDS. Poorly narrated with surgical coldness and clear cruelty, first in the novel and then in that film, harsh and merciless, primarily with himself.
Cyril discovered in Panama, during a trip with his father, the fever of writing, the strength of his talent, and the insatiable abyss of his hunger for sex.
Crystal-clear talent: writer, photographer, filmmaker, and musician.
His band, CYR, had achieved some decent recognition (but only in France). Then he collaborated with Rachid Taha and his Carte de Séjour (another story that should be told, but above all "listened to"), filming some of their videos and finally composing the music for some of his feature films.
The soundtrack of "Les Nuits Sauvages" is, along with the film, his testament.
Sex, death, sadomasochism, sick love, pain in a thousand forms, but never—never—self-pity (nothing like Philadelphia!), it’s all there in this film and in the music that accompanies it. Cyril lays himself bare, and the first reaction is to look away...
Cyril knew he was condemned.
And he feels it.
 
Wire "Heartbeat"

Wire Chairs Missing