Wayne Cochran - Last Kiss (1962 - Primera Versión)
subcategory: impossible trichological scaffolds
 
The Others - Lackey
The Others William
searching through the forgotten CDs…
 
This novel written in 1934 piques my curiosity quite a bit, has anyone read it yet?
I’m copying and pasting the following regarding the book:

"Op Oloop is a Finnish statistician living in Buenos Aires.
He has strictly structured his life within the certainties that only numbers provide him, shaping his daily routine around an obsession with calculation, yielding to an existence forged by discipline.
He is harsh in his judgments, precise in his complaints, affable in demeanor, and ready for revenge when he believes he has been wronged.
He meticulously carries out every whim of his habit until April 22, 1934, when an external pressure, impossible to manage with rationality alone, overwhelms his routine.
Franziska, his fiancée, awaits him at their engagement party, but a trivial taxi accident prevents him from arriving on time. The mishap is an anomalous wave that, in the emotional seismograph of Op Oloop, breaks the banks of his identity until it submerges the perfection of his method into the depths of his psyche.
The statistician thus succumbs to radical anarchy, blowing apart every social convention he had been a staunch defender of until that moment."

The unexpected and total madness of Op Oloop shapes the plot and its narrative, as if Juan Filloy wants to convey that literature is only truly such when all inhibitions and reticences are finally set aside.

With a vivid style, a consistently cheerful tone, and a sustained rhythm, Filloy delivers to the reader the perfect and detailed account of a man's madness, tracing in language and form the key to a narrative that becomes polyphonic, with notes that are sometimes jarring, sometimes sweeter, successfully achieving what few can: writing a work with an unmistakable melody.

"Op Oloop" by Juan Filloy, Printed by Ago Edizioni in 2024, 356 pages translated by Giulia Di Filippo, €19.00 - ISBN: 9788894755435
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On the cover: Kyvèli Zoi, It’s About Time, 2021 - Oil on linen, 25×20 cm - Courtesy of the artist and Acappella Gallery
 
Poobah - Jump Thru The Golden Ring
Here’s the ignorant Hard Psych that I love!
 
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subcategory: impossible trichological scaffolds in christian music
 
Jerry Cantrell - I Want Blood (Official Visualizer)

A time when many new works from old glories are being released and almost all of them seem more than decent.
 
Fetus
A shocking album right from the cover: it seems it was a real fetus...
 
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Great news.
For the blucerchiati, I understand. Maybe.
 
Terence Blanchard- Levees

Terence Blanchard
"Levees" from: A Tale of God's Will (A Requiem for Katrina)
2007 (Blue Note)

#jazzlegends
 
 
Take This Longing

#onewhoshouldntbeusavsyou

An almost impossible attempt at a semi-serious journey through the discography and countless collaborations of Steve Gadd, in almost chronological order.
1976(9) JUDY COLLINS - BREAD AND ROSES
 
Prima di continuare su YouTube yes, but if you want a transgressive evening, they definitely help.
 
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Il Bagatto feat. Julie P - Bella Lilli (1999)
 
Bad Brains - Pay To Cum (2003 Digital Remaster)
Fast, concise hard-core at Capitol Hill
 
Lobotomy
Lobotomia can I say... definitely their most bewildering track, even chaos, which really stands as the younger sibling... there's little improvisation here, it was the result of an idea by Sassi and Fariselli...
 
Pubs & Clubs Live at The Place - Il Panorama di Betlemme

A man wounded in the back
Crawls along the sand
And feels the earth calling
Feels the night coming
And he says Lord, I beg you
Let me breathe
Let me rest a little
Before I have to die
And he says Lord, do you see
This pesky fly
That is buzzing on my back
And still hasn’t landed

A man lying on the ground
In a border land
Looks at the riverbank
That slowly turns black
And he says it wasn’t my intention
To steal the tree of bread
But I'm not the kind of man
Who surrenders without a shot
And now give me back my ranks
Return command to me
While this fly keeps buzzing
As I bleed out

And meanwhile the shadows stretch
And hide the flat land
The armies rest
At the end of the day
And the man who is dying
Tries to take off his boots
And he says Lord, flies
Shouldn’t have wings
And he says Lord, do you see
The landscape of Bethlehem
This sky without shelter
This curtain of flames

Unfortunately still very relevant