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English press of Mountain, 1979! A masterpiece of Art Rock... gems like "Captain Remus" and "4-2-4 or 4-4-2" are must-haves.
 
 
Hushpuppies - Pale Blue Eyes

Hushpuppies - Sorry So

France... or rather Occitania, Eastern Pyrenees at the border with Catalonia... beginning of the millennium

In the chaos of indie-alternative... “extra” words for a numbed rabble... “underground” has always existed...

In reality, garage, power pop, pub rock bands with electronic frills...

Truly delightful!!!

#garagedintorni

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Sud - Alfonso Borghi Band ( 1981 )

The most famous song in the version by Pierangelo Bertoli, but this one singing is the author, Alfonso Borghi.
 
 
 
Hushpuppies - 1975

Hushpuppies - Single

France... or rather Occitania, Eastern Pyrenees on the border with Catalonia... early millennium

In the indie-alternative mess... “extra” words for a docile crowd... there has always been “underground”...

In fact, garage, power pop, pub rock bands with electronic influences...

Truly delightful!!!

#garagedintorni

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Then Comes Dudley
Fundamental album. Manifesto of post-hardcore. Albini teaches.
 
 
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Wimbledon, the full seventies, I believe. (cit.macmaranza)
 
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Wimbledon, the late seventies, I believe. (quote: macmaranza)
 
Marco Carena - Serenata (live 1991)

this is a half mess, preside
@[lector]
 
 
Il gatto a nove code Barbiere

"The Cat o' Nine Tails"
by Dario Argento (1971)

starring James Franciscus
Karl Malden
Catherine Spaak
and Pier Paolo Capponi

#35mm
 
The Giant Is Awakened

Horace Tapscott
"The Giant Is Awakened" from: The Giant Is Awakened
1969 (Flying Dutchman)

#jazzlegends
 
 
 
Relations (Radio Mix) #boppone everything to dance!
 
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I'm seeing this now, in some random bar, and I'm asking, pleading with the bartender NOT to change the channel, playing on the fact that I'm old & worn out, and displaying with a longing glance (it sparks the maternal instinct of the ladies, everyone knows that) my defibrillator to move her to pity.

Wimbledon, the full seventies, it seems to me.
Navratilova vs Evert. THE "clásico".
That sport was called "Tennis" and that planet, despite its notable flaws, was still almost livable.

Today, returning to "tennis," what a torment to see the Albion grass trampled near the net...