Billie Holiday - God Bless The Child (1955)

“LADY DAY”… she left this world on July 17, 1959, in a hospital bed, ravaged by cirrhosis, her demons, and a dissolute and unhappy life. She had 70 cents in her bank account, a woman who had enriched everyone around her. She was 44 years old but looked 100.

Abandoned by her father, devastated by her mother who ran a brothel, raped at 10 years old, forced into prostitution to eat, and initiated into opium and heroin by her first husband. She was already destroyed by a thousand lives before she even lived her own.

Angel of Harlem

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Corsorzio Suonatori Indipendenti - "Intimisto"

The love for Giovanni Lindo Ferretti is born during a very small de-meeting.
Rotonda di Senigallia: Cleo, Frantz, Fosca.

For You!
 
Loose Fur - Born Again In The USA (Full Album)
A 2006 album that I'm listening to today. A good work with the touch of Jim O'Rourke, a kind of metropolitan avant-country, but this is my second listen and there are many impressions. In any case, it's an album worth experiencing.
 
I (fuck) Mountains
...I've fucked lakes
And I've screwed some fakes
And I loved oved sucked
With the pink mountain tops
(Uh)
I fucked mountains
Oh, I fucked mountain tops...
 
X - Big Black X (Official Music Video)

#onalbumapmonth August 2024 with Exene, John, Billy, and DJ
 
perchè il mio amore ...and nothing.
 
Fireballs of Freedom - "Out of My Head"

Drag

Qvesti are upset with the sparrows…

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Wild turkey - Brother
Not as sensational as other bands, but this track and Butterfly are two gems... Glenn Cornick, the bassist of Jethro, is here!
 
GuccinivsGozzano Francesco Guccini - L'Isola Non Trovata
GUIDO GOZZANO
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL

I.
But more beautiful than all is the Island Not-Found:
the one that the King of Spain received from his cousin
the King of Portugal with a sealed signature
and a bull from the Pope in Gothic Latin.
The Infante set sail for the fabulous kingdom,
he saw the fortunate: Iunonia, Gorgo, Hera
and the Sargasso Sea and the Shadowy Sea
seeking that island... But the island was not there.
In vain the tubby galleys with round sails,
the caravels armed their prows in vain:
with the Pope’s blessing, the island hides away,
and Portugal and Spain are still searching for it.

II.
The island exists. Sometimes it appears from afar
between Tenerife and Palma, suffused with mystery:
“...the Island Not-Found!” The good Canarian
from the high Peak of Teyde points it out to the foreigner.
It's marked on the ancient charts of pirates.
...Hifola da - trovarfi? ...Hifola pellegrina?...
It’s the enchanted island gliding over the seas;
sometimes sailors see it close by...
They skim that blessed shore with their prows:
among flowers never seen, tall palms soar,
the divine forest thick and alive smells sweet,
the cardamom weeps, the gums exude...
It announces itself with fragrance, like a courtesan,
the Island Not-Found... But, if the pilot moves forward,
it swiftly fades away like a vain semblance,
tinged with the blue color of distance...
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine

Imagine pretending that this is a listening experience just like the usual ones, only that the photo you see is making sound. “Love me two times,” to be precise.
Taken in 1985 during a concert organized by the “Road Riders” (can you guess the target audience present at the time?), it was sent to me a few days ago by someone I’d never heard of before who had found it— in the form of a trial shot, among several hundred other snapshots of the event— in some forgotten archive of his. Having somehow recognized me from the profile of a well-known social media platform that I won’t name except to say it starts with an “f” and ends with “b,” he thought it would be a good idea to break my heart by sending it to me.
If you want, I can explain why.

Premise: no self-indulgence.
I’m a person completely devoid of vanity, self-esteem, and testosterone, and my only ambition has always been to mind my own business. Preferably in good company; even if it’s just with a couple of equally good bottles.
But I hated being photographed. First of all, because I’m not Dorian Gray, and then because of those things you have in your head when you’re young: Native Americans saying that photography steals your soul, memories that should remain in the heart, that from the moment of the shot, I am no longer that person, and so on.
And so here I am, old and alone, with few sparse photographs and a couple of videos that, by the way, I don’t even possess.

So it’s quite touching to see myself again at not even thirty, with my regularly out-of-context outfit— as is my nature— playing rock and roll!
Even if that’s not me.

Ah: I know the piece was “Love me two times” because of the position of my left hand, executing the famous “trill” G/G# on the E chord in first position.
Guitarists will understand.
 
Fausto Papetti ( 19ª Raccolta ) - 1974

February 1975....a glance at the Italian LP chart. In my opinion, it unjustly doesn’t stand on the podium!!!

Ingrandisci questa immagine
 
Elliott Smith - No Name #3 (from Roman Candle)
 
MR KLEIN 1976 N°1/3 (Alain Delon, Jean Bouise, Michel Aumont, Gérard Jugnot, Michael Lonsdale)

"Mr. Klein"
by Joseph Losey (1976)

with Alain Delon
Jeanne Moreau
Juliet Berto
Massimo Girotti
Michael Lonsdale
and Francine Bergé

#35mm